ome all you bold heroes lend an ear to my song
I will sing you the praise of good brandy and rum
If the clear crystal fountains o’er England shall roll
Bring me the punch ladle, I’ll fathom the bowl
I’ll fathom the bowl
I’ll fathom the bowl
Bring me the punch ladle, I’ll fathom the bowl
From France we do get brandy, from Jamaica comes rum
Sweet oranges and lemons from Portugal come
But stout and strong cider are England’s control
My wife she do delight me as I sits at my ease
For she says as she likes and she does as she please
My wife she is a darling, she’s a wild and free soul
My father he do lie in the depths of the sea
With no stone at his head but what matters for he?
If the clear crystal fountains o’er England shall roll