Quare Bungle Rye

	  		

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  Now Jack was a sailor that roamed round the town 
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  And she was a damsel who skipped up and down 
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  Said the damsel to Jack, As she passed him by 
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  Would you care for to purchase some Quare bungle rye roddy rye 
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  Faa de diddle Rye roddy, Rye roddy, Rye 

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  Thought Jack to himself, Now what can this be 
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  But the finest of whisky from far Germany 
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  Smuggled up in a basket, And sold on the sly 
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  And the name that it goes by is Quare bungle rye roddy rye 
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  Faa da diddle Rye roddy, Rye roddy, Rye 

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  Jack gave her a pound, And thought nothing strange 
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  She says hold the basket, While I run for your change 
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  He took a look in the basket, And a child did he spy 
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  Sure begob now says Jack this is Quare bungle rye roddy rye 
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  Faa da diddle Rye roddy, Rye roddy, Rye 

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  Now to get the child christened, Was Jacks next intent 
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  To get  the child christened, To the parson he went 
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  Said the parson to Jack, Now what will he go by 
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  Bedad now says Jack call him Quare bungle rye roddy rye 
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  Faa da diddle, Rye roddy, Rye roddy, Rye 

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  Said the parson to Jack, That's a very quare name 
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  Sure bedad now says Jack, Tis a quare way he came 
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  Smuggled up in a basket, And sold on the sly 
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  And the name that he'll go by is Quare bunge rye roddy rye 
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  Faa da diddle, Rye roddy, Rye roddy, Rye 

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  Come all  you young sailors, That roam round the town 
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  Beware of them damsels, That skips up and down 
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  Beware of them ladies, As you pass them by 
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  Or else they might pawn on you Quare bungle rye roddy rye 
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  Faa da diddle, Rye roddy,  Faa da diddle, Rye roddy, Rye roddy, Rye