Now Jack was a sailor who roamed on 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? Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye
Thought 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 roddy rye? Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye"
Jack gave her a pound and he thought nothing strange Said she, "Hold the basket till I get you your change" Jack looked in the basket and a baby did spy Oh, Begorrah, said Jack, this is quare bungle rye roddy rye? Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye
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?" Begorrah, says Jack, Call him quare bungle rye roddy rye? Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye
Said the parson to Jack, "That's a mighty queer name" Says Jack to the parson, "It's 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 roddy rye? Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye
Now all you young sailors who roam on the town Beware of those damsels who skip up and down Take a look in their basket as they pass you by Or else they may sell you some quare bungle rye roddy rye? Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy ryeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
