Come all ye bold fellows to this place have come And we'll sing in the praise of good brandy and rum Lets lift up our glasses good cheer is our goal Bring in the punch ladle, we'll fathom the bowl
We'll fathom the bowl We'll fathom the bowl Bring in the punch ladle We'll fathom the bowl
From France we do get brandy from Jamaica comes run Sweet oranges and lemons from Portugal come But stout beer and cider are England's control Bring in the punch ladle, we'll fathom the bowl
We'll fathom the bowl We'll fathom the bowl Bring in the punch ladle We'll fathom the bowl
My wife she do disturb me as I lie at my ease She does as she likes and she says as she please My wife she's the devil she's black as the coal Bring in the punch ladle, we'll fathom the bowl
We'll fathom the bowl We'll fathom the bowl Bring in the punch ladle We'll fathom the bowl
Oh my father he do lie in the depths of the sea No stone at his head but what matters to he? Here's a gallon of strong cider his death to console Bring in the punch ladle, we'll fathom the bowl
We'll fathom the bowl We'll fathom the bowl Bring in the punch ladle We'll fathom the bowl