Come all you bold heroes, give an ear to my song
And we’ll sing in the praise of good brandy and rum
There’s a clear, crystal fountain, near England, shall roll
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 apples from Portugal come
But stout and strong cider are England’s control
Bring me the punch ladle, I’ll fathom the bowl
My captain he disturb me when I’m laid at my ease
He does as he likes and he says as he please
That man, he’s the devil, he’s dark as the coal
Bring me the punch ladle, I’ll fathom the bowl
