QUARE BUNGLE RYE 

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 rye 


 
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QUEEN OF CONNEMARA

Oh! My boat can safely float in the teeth of wind and weather
And outrace the fastest hooker between Galway and Kinsale
When the black floor of the ocean and the white foam rush together
High she rides, in her pride, like a sea-gull through the gale

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Oh she's neat! Oh she's sweet! She's a beauty in ev'ry line!
The Queen of Connemara is that bounding barque of mine
When she's loaded down with fish till the water lips the gunwale
Not a drop she'll take on board her that would wash a fly away;
From the fleet she'll slip out swiftly like a greyhound from her kennel
And she'll land her silver store the first at ould Kinvara quay

There's a light shines out afar, and it keeps me from dismaying
When the skies are ink above us and the sea runs white with foam
In a cot in Connemara there's a wife and wee one praying
To the One who walked the waters once, to send us safely home


 
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