Bring in the punch ladle

Come all you bold fellows to this place that has come
And we'll sing in the praise of good brandy and rum.
Come lift up your glasses, good cheer is our goal
Bring in the punch ladle we'll fathom the bowl

CHORUS

Fathom the bowl, we'll fathom the bowl
Bring in the punch ladle, we'll fathom the bowl.

From France we do get brandy, from Jamaica comes rum
Sweet oranges & apples from Portugal come
But stout and strong cider that's England's control
Bring in...

CHORUS

My wife she does come in when I'm taking my ease
She does as she likes and she says as she please.
My wife she may grumble till all hell turns cold
Bring in...

CHORUS

My father he does lie in the depths of the sea
With no stone at his head but what matter for he
While there's a clear crystal fountain in England does roll
Bring in...

CHORUS x2

Traditional English. This is on a Waterson's album. Words from a
book "Folksongs of Britain & Ireland", changed slightly to be less racist.