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Fathom the Bowl
- Come all you bold heroes, give 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.
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 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 does as she please.
She may scold and may grumble till she's black as the coal.
Give me the punch ladle. I'll fathom the bowl.
- My father he lies in the depths of the sea,
with the 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.
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