Quare Bungle Rye

Now Jack was a sailor that roamed round the town And she was a damsel who skipped up and down Said the damsel to Jack, As she passed him by Would you care for to purchase some Quare bungle rye roddy rye Faa de diddle Rye roddy, Rye roddy, Rye Thought Jack to himself, Now what can this be But the finest of whisky from far Germany Smuggled up in a basket, And sold on the sly And the name that it goes by is Quare bungle rye roddy rye Faa da diddle Rye roddy, Rye roddy, Rye Jack gave her a pound, And thought nothing strange She says hold the basket, While I run for your change He took a look in the basket, And a child did he spy Sure begob now says Jack this is Quare bungle rye roddy rye Faa da diddle Rye roddy, Rye roddy, Rye Now to get the child christened, Was Jacks next intent To get the child christened, To the parson he went Said the parson to Jack, Now what will he go by Bedad now says Jack call him Quare bungle rye roddy rye Faa da diddle, Rye roddy, Rye roddy, Rye Said the parson to Jack, That's a very quare name Sure bedad now says Jack, Tis 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 bunge rye roddy rye Faa da diddle, Rye roddy, Rye roddy, Rye Come all you young sailors, That roam round the town Beware of them damsels, That skips up and down Beware of them ladies, As you pass them by Or else they might pawn on you Quare bungle rye roddy rye Faa da diddle, Rye roddy, Faa da diddle, Rye roddy, Rye roddy, Rye