Fathom The Bowl

Come all you bold heroes attend to my song,

I'll sing in the praise of good brandy and rum,

Here's a clear crystal fountain near England shall flow,

Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl.

I'll fathom the bowl.

I'll fathom the bowl.

Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl.

From France we get brandy, from Jamaica comes rum,

Sweet oranges and apples from Portugal come,

But stout, ale and cider are England's control,

Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl.

I'll fathom the bowl.

I'll fathom the bowl.

Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl.

My wife she do disturb when I sit at my ease,

She'll do as she will and she'll say as she please;

My wife she's the devil, she's black as the coal,

Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl.

I'll fathom the bowl.

I'll fathom the bowl.

Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl.

Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl.

I'll fathom the bowl.

I'll fathom the bowl.

Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl.