Quare Bungle Rye

Ah Jack was a sailor that roamed on the town
And he met with a 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 roddy rye?
Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye"

Said 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"

He gave her a pound and he thought nothin' strange
She said, "Hold on me basket while I run for your change"
He took a look in the basket, a child did he spy
"I'll be damned," said Jack, "this is
quare bungle rye roddy rye
Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye"

To get the child christened was Jack's next intent
And to get the child christened, to the parson he went
To the parson to Jack, "Now what will he go by?"
"I'll be damned," said Jack, "Call him
quare bungle rye roddy rye
Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye"

Said the parson to Jack, "That's a very queer name"
"I'll be damned," said 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 roddy rye
Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye"

Come all you young sailors that roam on the town
Beware of them damsels that's 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
Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye