Come all you bold heroes give an ear to my song.
And we'll sing in the praise of good brandy and rum,
It'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 laying at my ease,
He does as he likes and he says as he please.
That man, he's the 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?
It'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.

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