John C. Reilly Fathom The Bowl
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.
Me father he do lie in the depths of the sea,
With no stone at his head, but what matters for he,
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.
So 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.
