Quare Bungle Rye Lyrics

An old tune a crazy aunt used to sing to us as kids in Ireland,
many many moons ago.
Also am guessing this will be one of the least searched for songs
on UG, but since there's not another version on here, thought I'd
put up how I play it.
Stick a capo on most any fret to bring it in the key for your voice
And as always ...... any mistakes are mine
QUARE BUNGLE RYE
Now Jack was a sailor that roamed round the town
And she was a damsel who 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
Faa de diddle Rye roddy, Rye roddy, Rye
Thought Jack to himself, Now what can this be
But the finest of whisky 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
Faa da diddle Rye roddy, Rye roddy, Rye
Jack gave her a pound, And thought nothing strange
She says hold the basket, While I run for your change
He took a look in the basket, And a child did he spy
Sure begob now says Jack this is Quare bungle rye roddy rye
Faa da diddle Rye roddy, Rye roddy, Rye
Now to get the child christened, Was Jacks next intent
To get the child christened, To the parson he went
Said the parson to Jack, Now what will he go by
Bedad now says Jack call him Quare bungle rye roddy rye
Faa da diddle, Rye roddy, Rye roddy, Rye
Said the parson to Jack, That's a very quare name
Sure bedad now 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 bunge rye roddy rye
Faa da diddle, Rye roddy, Rye roddy, Rye
Come all you young sailors, That roam round the town
Beware of them damsels, That 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
Faa da diddle, Rye roddy, Faa da diddle, Rye roddy, Rye roddy, Rye