Now Jack was a sailor, and he came to town,
And she was a damsel, she skipped up and down.
Said the damsel to Jack, "Would you like for to try
What I have in this basket, some old bungo rye?"
Ruddy rye, folla diddle eye, ruddy rye, ruddy rye.
Said Jack to himself, "Now what can this be,
But the finest of whiskey from far Germany?
Wrapped up in a basket and sold on the sly,
And the name that it goes by is old bungo rye,"
Ruddy rye, etc.
Jack gave her a shilling, for he thought nothing strange.
"Hold the basket, young man, while I fetch you your change."
Jack peeked in the basket and a child did he spy.
"I'll be damned," did he cry "this is queer bungo rye!"
Ruddy rye, etc.
To get the child Christened was Jack's next intent,
So to get the child christened to the parson he went.
Said the parson to Jack, "What will he go by?"
"I'll be damned," did he cry "Call him Queer Bungo Rye."
Ruddy rye, etc.
Said the parson to Jack, "That's a mighty queer name!"
"I'll be damned," did he cry, "t'was a queer way he came!
Wrapped up in a basket and sold for the sly,
And the name that he'll go by is 'Quee Bungo Rye'."
Ruddy rye, etc.
So, come all you young sailors, when you come to town,
Beware of the damsels who skip up and down,
And peek in their baskets as they pass you by,
Or else they may sell you some queer bungo rye.
Ruddy rye, etc. |
