Now Jack was a sailor as roamed round the town
And he met with a damsel as skips up and down
Says the damsel to Jack now as she passed him by
Would you care for to purchase some quare bungle rye raddy rye?
Fal-da-diddle-ai raddy rye raddy rye
Says Jack to himself now and what can this be
Why the finest old whiskey from far Germany
Smuggled up on a basket and sold on the sly
And the name that it goes by is quare bungle rye ...
Jack gave her a pound and he thought nothing strange
She said hold me old basket while I run for your change
Jack peeped in the basket and a child he did spy
Oh damn it, says Jack, this is quare bungle rye ...
Now to get the child christened was Jack's first intent
And to get the child christened to the parson he went
Says the parson to Jack, now what shall he go by
Oh damn it, says Jack, call him quare bungle rye ...
Says the parson to Jack 'tis a very queer name
Well damn it, says Jack, 'tis 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 ...
So come all you young sailors as roams round the town
Beware of them damsels as skips up and down
Beware of those ladies as you pass them by
Or else they might sell you some quare bungle rye raddy rye
Fal-da-diddle-ai raddy rye raddy rye