Come all ye bold 'eroes 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
Me 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