| Lyrics: | Fathom The Bowl
From France we do get brandy, from Jamaica it's rum,
Sweet oranges
and lemons from Portugal come;
But stout, ale and cider are England's control,
Bring me
the punch ladle, we'll fathom the bowl.
cho: Fathom the bowl, fathom the bowl,
Bring me the punch ladle, we'll fathom the bowl.
My father he do lie in the depths of the
sea,
No stone for his head, but no matter to he;
There's a clear crystal fountain near
England do roll
Bring me etc.
cho:
My wife she do disturb me as I lay at
my ease,
She'll do as she will and she'll say as she please;
My wife is the devil, she's
black as the coal,
Bring me etc.
@drink @England
recorded by Cliff Haslam on
Clockwinder
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