Queer 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 queer bungle rye, roddy rye?
Fol de 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 queer bungle rye, ruddy rye.
Fol de diddle rye roddy rye, roddy rye.

Jack gave her a pound and he thought nothing strange
Said she, "Hold the basket till I get vou your change"
Jack looked in the basket and a baby did spy,
"Oh Begorrah", says Jack. "This is queer bungle rye. roddy rye.
Fol de 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?"
"Bedamned him!", says Jack, "Call him queer bungle rye, roddy rye.
Fol de diddle rye roddy rye, roddy rye.

Says the parson to Jack, "Now that's a 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 Queer Bungle Rye, Roddy Rye."
Fol de 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 baskets as they pass you by,
Or else they might sell you some queer bungle rye, roddy rye.
Fol de diddle rye roddy rye, roddy rye

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