Gordon Bok – Queer Bungo Rye (Guitar)

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Well, Jack was a sailor and he walked up to town

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She was a damsel, she skipped up and down

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She says to Jack as she passed him by

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"Would you care for to purchase some Old Bungo Rye?"

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Ruddy rye

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Fol de diddle dye, ruddy rye, ruddy rye

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Says Jack to himself, "What can this be?

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But the finest of whiskies from far Germany

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Snuggled up in a basket and sold on the sly

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And the name that it goes by is Old Bungo Rye"

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Ruddy rye

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Fol de diddle dye, ruddy rye, ruddy rye

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Jack gave her a pound, for he thought nothing strange

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"Hold the basket, young man, while I run for your change"

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Jack peeked in the basket and a child he did spy

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"I'll be damned", did he cry, "this is Queer Bungo Rye"

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Ruddy rye

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Fol de diddle dye, ruddy rye, ruddy rye

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Well, to get the child christened was Jack's next intent

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To get the child christened, to the parson he went

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Says the parson to Jack, "What will he go by?"

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"I'll be damned", did he cry, "call him Queer Bungo Rye!"

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Ruddy rye

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Fol de diddle dye, ruddy rye, ruddy rye

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Says the parson to Jack, "That's a very queer name"

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"I'll be damned", did he cry, "it's a queer way he came

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Snuggled up in a basket and sold on the sly

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And the name that he'll go by is Queer Bungo Rye!"

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Ruddy rye

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Fol de diddle dye, ruddy rye, ruddy rye

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So come all you young sailors who walk up to town

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Beware of them damsels who skip up and down

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Take a peek in their baskets as ye pass them by

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Or else they may pawn on you Queer Bungo Rye!

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Ruddy rye

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Fol de diddle dye, ruddy rye, ruddy rye