Fathom The Bowl

from William Alexander Barrett, 1891

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 fountain, near England shall flow Hand me the punch ladle I’ll fathom the bowl. Chorus: I’ll fathom the bowl; I’ll fathom the bowl Hand me the punch ladle, I’ll fathom the bowl. 2. From France we do get brandy, from Jamaica comes rum While sweet oranges and lemons from Portugal come Strong beer and good cider, o’er England shall flow Hand me the punch ladle, I’ll fathom the bowl. Chorus: 3. 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 her face is black as coal Hand me the punch ladle I’ll fathom the bowl. Chorus: 4. My father, he lies in the depth of the sea With stones at his feet, what matters for he? There’s a clear fountain near him it doth roll Hand me the punch ladle I’ll fathom the bowl. Chorus:

Here's to the large bee that flies so high!
The small bee gathers the honey,
The poor man he does all the work,
The rich man pockets the money.