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
