Fathom the Bowl John C. Reilly

Come all ye bold heroes give an ear to me song
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

Me wife she do disturb me when I'm laying at my ease
She does as she likes, she says as she please
Me wife, she's the devil, she'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