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

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Said Jack to himself now then 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

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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
Ah, be dammit, says Jack, this is Quare Bungle Rye

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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: Now what will he go by?
Ah, be dammit, says Jack, call him Quare Bungle Rye

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Said the parson to Jack: That’s a very queer name
Ah, dammit, says Jack, 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

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Come all ye young sailors that roam down the town
Beware of them damsels that skips up and down
Beware of them ladies as you pass them by
For else they might pawn on you Quare Bungle Rye

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