Fathom the Bowl

Come all you bold heroes, give an ear to my song
I’ll sing in the praise of good brandy and rum
There’s a clear crystal fountain over England doth roll
Give me the punch ladle, I’ll fathom the bowl

Fathom the bowl
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 lemons from Portugal come
Ah! but stout and strong cider are England’s control
Give me the punch ladle, I’ll fathom the bowl

Chorus

My father he doth lie at the bottom of the sea
No stone at his head, ah, but what careth he?
While that clear crystal fountain over England doth roll
Give me the punch ladle, I’ll fathom the bowl

Chorus

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