Quare Bungle Rye

Well, Jack was a sailor that roamed on the town

And he met with this damsel that skipped up and down

Said the damsel to Jack as she passed him by

"Would you care for to purchase some Quare bungle rye, raddy rye?"

Fol the diddle die, raddy rye, raddy rye

Said Jack to himself, "Now, what can this be

But the finest old 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, raddy rye

Fol the diddle die, raddy rye, raddy rye

Well, he gave her a pound, and he thought nothing strange

She said "Hold now me basket, while I run for your change"

He took a look in the basket, a child he did spy

"I'll be damned," says Jack, "This is Quare bungle rye, raddy rye"

Fol the diddle die, raddy rye, raddy rye

Well, to get the child christened was Jack's next intent

To get the child christened, to the parson he went

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

"I'll be damned," says Jack, "Call him Quare bungle rye, raddy rye"

Fol the diddle die, raddy rye, raddy rye

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

"I'll be damned," says Jack, "'Twas 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, raddy rye

Fol the diddle die, raddy rye, raddy rye

Well, come all ye sailors that roam on the town

Beware of them damsels that skips up and down

Beware of them ladies as you pass them by

Or else they might flog you some Quare bungle rye, raddy rye

Fol the diddle die, raddy

Fol the diddle die, raddy

Fol the diddle die, raddy rye, raddy rye