Collection of Irish Song Lyrics
Quare Bungle Rye
Jack was a sailor who roamed downed the town
He met with a damsel who skipped up and down
Says the damsel to Jack, as she passed him by
'Would you care for to purchase
some quare bungle rye.' Rad-dee-rye,
CHORUS: Fol-da-diddle-rye rad-dee-rye, rad-dee-rye
Now says 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.'
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Jack gave her a pound and he thought nothing strange
Says she, 'Hold now me basket, while I run for your change.'
He took a look in the basket, a child he did spy
'Ah, be damn it,' 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
Says the Parson to Jack, 'Now, what will he go by?'
'Ah, be damn it,' says Jack, 'call him quare bungle rye.'
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Says the Parson to Jack, 'That's a very quare name.'
'Ah, be damn it,' says Jack, ''tis a quare 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 you young sailors that roam down the town
Beware of those damsels that skip up and down
Beware of those damsels as they pass you by
Or else they might pawn on you quare bungle rye,
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