Bungle Rye Lyrics

Tommy Makem Bungle Rye

Now, Jack was a sailor who roved New Ross 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 queer Bungle Rye-
raddy Rye?'
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Fol the diddle I raddy rye raddy rye
Said Jack to himself 'Now, what can it 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 queer Bungle Rye-raddy-
Rye?'
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Jack gave her a pound and he thought nothing strange
'Hold the basket young man 'till I run for your change'
Jack looked in the basket and a child he did spy

'Oh, be damned and' says Jack 'this is queer Bungle
Rye-raddy Rye'
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Now, to get the child christened was Jack's first
intent
For to get the child christened, to the parson he went
Says the parson to Jack 'What will he go by?'
'Oh, be damned and' says Jack 'call him queer Bungle
Rye- raddy-Rye'
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Says the parson to Jack 'That's a very queer name'
'Oh be damned then' says Jack 'and the queer way he
came
Smuggled up in a basket and sold on the sly
And the name that he'll go by is queer Bungle Rye-
raddy-Rye'
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Now, come all you young sailors that rove on the town
Beware of the damsels that skip up and down
Take a peek in their baskets as they pass you by
Or else they may pawn on you queer Bungle Rye-raddy-Rye
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