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A sailor buys a baby from a woman, thinking it is a bottle of whiskey.
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Irish Scottish Celtic Rock Blues original Songs in a Stage show of Comedy Fun and Diversion from Life with Love Beer Drink and Spirit
Rollickin' Irish Stage Show
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Genre
World • Traditional Irish
Charts
Peak #60
Peak in subgenre #1
Author
Trad. PD
Rights
2000, Darby O'Gill
Uploaded
June 15, 2009
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MP3 8.0 MB • 320 kbps • 3:31
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Quare Bungle Rye Traditional Driven to Drink, Darby OGill, 2000 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 Raddy Rye Fa la diddle rye raddy rye raddy rye Thought Jack to himself, now what could 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 Raddy Rye Fa la diddle rye raddy rye raddy rye Jack gave her a pound, and he thought nothin strange She said: Hold to the basket while I run for your change Jack looked in the basket, and a child he did spy Bedad, now, says Jack, this is Quare Bungle Rye Raddy Rye Fa la diddle rye raddy rye raddy rye For to get the child Christened was Jacks next intent For to get the child Christened to the Parson he went Said the Parson to Jack: What will he go by Beghorra, says Jack, call him Quare Bungle Rye Raddy Rye Fa la diddle rye raddy rye raddy rye Said the Parson to Jack: Now thats a quare name Be Jazes, said jack, and its quare that he came Smuggled up in a basket and sold on the sly And the name that hell go by is Quare Bungle Rye Raddy Rye Fa la diddle rye raddy rye raddy rye So, all you poor sailors who roam on the town Beware of the damsels who skip up and down Take a peak in their baskets as they pass you by Or else they may pawn on you Quare Bungle Rye Raddy Rye Fa la diddle rye raddy rye raddy rye Fa la diddle rye raddy rye raddy rye
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