Fathom the Bowl - Linda Morrison

Come all you bold heroes give an ear to my song

And we'll sing in the praise of good brandy and rum

It's a clear crystal fountain near ireland doth 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 do get brandy from jamaica comes rum

Sweet oranges and apples from portugal come

But stout and strong cider are ireland's 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

My man he do disturb me when i'm laying at my ease

He does as he likes and he says as he please

My man he's the devil he'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

My father he do lie in the depths of the sea

No stone at his head but what matters for he

It's a clear crystal fountain near ireland doth 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