Well, Jack was a sailor and he walked up to town And she was a damsel, she skipped up and down And she says to Jack as she passed him by "Would you care for to purchase some Old Bungo Rye?" Ruddy rye, fol de diddle dye, ruddy rye, ruddy rye Says Jack to himself, "What can this be But the finest of whiskies from far Germany Snuggled up in a basket and sold on the sly And the name that it goes by is Old Bungo Rye" Ruddy rye, fol de diddle dye, ruddy rye, ruddy rye Jack gave her a pound, for he thought nothing strange "Hold the basket, young man, while I run for your change" Jack peeked in the basket and a child he did spy "I'll be damned", did he cry, "this is Queer Bungo Rye" Ruddy rye, fol de diddle dye, ruddy rye, ruddy rye Well, to get the child christened was Jack's next intent To get the child christened, to the parson he went Says the parson to Jack, "What will he go by?" "I'll be damned", did he cry, "call him Queer Bungo Rye!" Ruddy rye, fol de diddle dye, ruddy rye, ruddy rye Says the parson to Jack, "That's a very queer name" "I'll be damned", did he cry, "it's a queer way he came Snuggled up in a basket and sold on the sly And the name that he'll go by is Queer Bungo Rye!" Ruddy rye, fol de diddle dye, ruddy rye, ruddy rye So come all you young sailors who walk up to town Beware of them damsels who skip up and down Take a peek in their baskets as ye pass them by Or else they may pawn on you Queer Bungo Rye! Ruddy rye, fol de diddle dye, ruddy rye, ruddy rye