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