Come all you bold sailors lend an ear to my song
And I'll sing in the praise of good brandy and rum.
Tis' a clear crystal fountain dear England controls.
Give me the punch ladle I'll fathom the bowl.
Chorus:
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
And wines of the best oh from Portugal come.
But ale and strong cider are England's control.
Give me the punch ladle I'll fathom the bowl.
(Chorus)
My wife she do deceive me as I lie at my ease.
She does what she likes and she does what she please.
My wife she is the devil, her heart's black as the coal.
Give me the punch ladle I'll fathom the bowl.
(Chorus)
My father he do lie in the depths of the sea.
No stone at his head but what matters to he.
Here's a barrel of strong cider his death to console.
Give me the punch ladle I'll fathom the bowl.
(Chorus)
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