THE PUNCH LADLE

Come all you bold heroes; give an ear to my song

I'll sing in the praise of good brandy and rum.

There's a clear crystal fountain near England shall flow.

CHORUS:

I'll fathom the bowl; I'll fathom the bowl

Give me the punch ladle and I'll fathom the bowl.

From France we get brandy, from Jamaica comes rum,

Sweet oranges and lemons, from Portugal come.

Strong beer and strong cider, o'er England shall flow,

Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl.

My wife she comes in, when I sit at my ease,

She scolds and she grumbles, and she does as she please

She may scold and she may grumble, till she's, black in the face as coal.

Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl.

My father, he lies in the depth of the sea

With stones at his feet, what matters for he?

There's a clear crystal fountain near him it doth roll,

Give me the punch ladle I'll fathom the bowl.