13 March 2010 0 Comments

Quare Bungle Rye

Now Jack was a sailor who roamed on the town
And she was a damsel who walked up and down
Said the damsel to Jack as she passed him by
Would ye like for to purchase some quare bungle rye raddy rye
Fol de diddle rye raddy rye raddy rye.

Thought Jack to himself Now what can this be
But the finest old whiskey from High Germany.
Smuggled up in a basket and sold on the sly
And the name that it goes by is quare bungle rye raddy rye
Fol de diddle rye raddy rye raddy rye

Jack hands her a shilling and he thought nothing strange
Says she Here hold the basket til I run for your change
Jack peeks in the basket and a babe he did spy
Why be damned me says Jack this is quare bungle rye raddy rye
Fol de diddle rye raddy rye raddy rye

Now to get the child christened was Jack’s first intent
So to get the child christened to the parson he went.
Says the parson to Jack What’s the name he’ll go by
Ah be damned me says Jack call him quare bungle rye raddy rye
Fol de diddle rye raddy rye raddy rye.

Says the parson to Jack That’s a mighty quare name
Ah  damn me says Jack it’s a quare way he came
Smuggled up in a basket and sold on the sly
And the name that he’ll go by is Quare Bungle Rye raddy rye.
Fol de diddle rye raddy rye raddy rye

Now all you young sailors who roam on the town
Be wary of damsels that walk up and down
Take a peek in their baskets as they pass you by
Or else they may pawn on you Quare Bungle Rye raddy rye
Fol de diddle rye raddy rye raddy rye.  

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