Fathom the Bowl

Come all ye bold heroes, give an ear to me song!
We’ll sing in the praise of good brandy and rum
It’s a clear crystal fountain near Ireland doth 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 Ireland’s control
Give me the punch ladle; I’ll fathom the bowl.

Me wife she do disturb me when I’m lyin’ at my ease
She does as she likes; she says as she please.
Me wife, she’s the devil, her heart’s hard as coal.
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 for he
It’s a clear crystal fountain near Ireland doth roll
Give me the punch ladle; I’ll fathom the bowl.

Come all ye bold heroes, give an ear to me song!
We’ll sing in the praise of good brandy and rum
It’s a clear crystal fountain near Ireland doth roll
Give me the punch ladle; I’ll fathom the bowl.