Fathom the Bowl

I'll fathom the bowl, I'll fathom the bowl

Give me the punch ladle, I'll 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

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

My wife she do disturb me when I'm laid at my ease

She does as she likes and she says as she please

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

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

My father he do lie in the depths of the sea

With no stone at his head but what matters for he

There's a clear crystal fountain, near England shall roll

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