Cifras
Quare Bungle Rye

Tono: C

Introducción:

                  C                            G                            C                                      G  
     Now Jack was a sailor that roamed round the town
                  F                         C                            F                              G  
     And she was a damsel who skipped up and down
                                  C                      G                 C                                 G  
     Said the damsel to Jack, As she passed him by
                                  F                                 C                              F                            C                      G  
     Would you care for to purchase some Quare bungle rye roddy rye
        C                                 G                                                  C  
     Faa de diddle Rye roddy, Rye roddy, Rye
                             C                    G                            C                              G  
     Thought Jack to himself, Now what can this be
                                F                      C                         F            G  
     But the finest of whisky from far Germany
                             C                      G                            C                         G  
     Smuggled up in a basket, And sold on the sly
                                F                            C                            F                            C                      G  
     And the name that it goes by is Quare bungle rye roddy rye
        C                                 G                                                  C  
     Faa da diddle Rye roddy, Rye roddy, Rye
                     C                            G                         C                                         G  
     Jack gave her a pound, And thought nothing strange
                  F                                    C                                    F                                 G  
     She says hold the basket, While I run for your change
                                  C                              G                                 C                            G  
     He took a look in the basket, And a child did he spy
                        F                                 C                                 F                            C                      G  
     Sure begob now says Jack this is Quare bungle rye roddy rye
        C                                 G                                                  C  
     Faa da diddle Rye roddy, Rye roddy, Rye
                          C                                         G                                 C                            G  
     Now to get the child christened, Was Jacks next intent
                F                                            C                                         F                    G  
     To get    the child christened, To the parson he went
                                  C                    G                                    C                      G  
     Said the parson to Jack, Now what will he go by
          F                                 C                                    F                            C                      G  
     Bedad now says Jack call him Quare bungle rye roddy rye
        C                                    G                                                  C  
     Faa da diddle, Rye roddy, Rye roddy, Rye
                                  C                    G                                    C                         G  
     Said the parson to Jack, That's a very quare name
                        F                                 C                              F                            G  
     Sure bedad now says Jack, Tis a quare way he came
                             C                      G                         C                            G  
     Smuggled up in a basket, And sold on the sly
                                F                                 C                         F                         C                      G  
     And the name that he'll go by is Quare bunge rye roddy rye
        C                                    G                                                  C  
     Faa da diddle, Rye roddy, Rye roddy, Rye
                     C                                         G                            C                                    G  
     Come all    you young sailors, That roam round the town
          F                                    C                                 F                            G  
     Beware of them damsels, That skips up and down
          C                                    G                      C                              G  
     Beware of them ladies, As you pass them by
                F                                      C                              F                            C                      G  
     Or else they might pawn on you Quare bungle rye roddy rye
        C                                    G                            C                                    G                                                  C  
     Faa da diddle, Rye roddy,    Faa da diddle, Rye roddy, Rye roddy, Rye