Quare Bungle Rye

Now Jack was a sailor who roamed on 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?

Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye

Thought Jack to himself, "Now what can this be?

But the finest of whiskey 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?

Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye"

Jack gave her a pound and he thought nothing strange

Said she, "Hold the basket till I get you your change"

Jack looked in the basket and a baby did spy

Oh, Begorrah, said Jack, this is

quare bungle rye roddy rye?

Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye

Now to get the child christened was Jack's first intent

For to get the child christened, to the parson he went

Says the parson to Jack, "What will he go by?"

Begorrah, says Jack, Call him

quare bungle rye roddy rye?

Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye

Said the parson to Jack, "That's a mighty queer name"

Says Jack to the parson, "It's a queer 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 roddy rye?

Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye

Now all you young sailors who roam on the town

Beware of those damsels who skip up and down

Take a look in their basket as they pass you by

Or else they may sell you some

quare bungle rye roddy rye?

Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye