4 May 2010 0 Comments

Fathom the Bowl

Come all you bold fellows that have to this place come

And we’ll sing to the praise of good brandy and rum

Let us lift up our glasses good cheer is our goal

Bring me the punch ladle I’ll fathom the bowl

I’ll fathom the bowl I’ll fathom the bowl

Bring 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

But stout beer and cider are England’s control

My wife she do come in while I’m taking my ease

She scolds me and nags but I’ll do as I please

She may scold me and nag me ’till she’s black as the coal

My father he do lie at the depth of the sea

With no stone at his head but what matter to he

There’s a clear crystal fountain near England doth flow

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