Fathom the Bowl

Come all you bold heroes, give an ear to my song And we'll sing in the praise of good brandy and rum There's a clear, crystal fountain, near England, shall 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 Sweet oranges and apples from Portugal come But stout and strong 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 man, he do disturb me when I'm laid at my ease He does as he likes and he says as he please That man, he's a devil, he'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 My father, he do lie in the depths of the sea No stone at his head, but what matters to he? There's a clear, crystal fountain, near England, shall 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