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