Fathom the Bowl

Come all you bold heroes, attend to my song
I’ll sing in the praise of good brandy and rum
There’s a clear crystal fountain over Ireland shall 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 get brandy
From Jamaica comes rum
Sweet oranges and lemons from Portugal come
Strong beer and good cider is still Irelands control
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
Well my wife she’s a tyrant, she does as she please
She grunts and she grumbles and she does it with ease
She may grunt, she may grumble cause she’s black as the coal
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
Well my father he lies at the depth of the sea
Cold rocks for his pillow, what matters to he
There’s a clear crystal fountain over Ireland shall 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
Come all you bold heroes, attend to my song
I’ll sing in the praise of good brandy and rum
There’s a clear crystal fountain over Ireland shall 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
I’ll fathom the bowl
I’ll fathom the bowl
Give me the punch ladle
I’ll fathom the bowl