Fathom the Bowl

Come all you bold heroes, give an ear to my song I'll sing in the praise of good brandy and rum It's a clear crystal fountain over England doth roll 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 do get brandy, from Jamaica comes rum (Rum!) Sweet oranges and apples from Portugal come (Scrumptious!) But stout and strong cider are England's control (Aah!) 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 wifе, she do grieve mе when I'm lying at my ease (You lazy bastard) She does as she likes and she says as she please (Quite right) My wife is the devil, her heart's black as 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

My father, he do lie at the bottom of the sea (Blup-blup) With no stone at his head, ah but what careth he? While a clear crystal fountain over England doth roll 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

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