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SOURCE: a version of 'Queer Bungle Rye'
From 'Back Country' or the Cheerful Adventures of a bush parson in the eighties' J W Eisdell. 1936 SITE SOURCE: SYDNEY FOLKLORE - Section 7-Maritime Bung Your EyeAs Jack went a roving down a fair London street A girl with a basket he chanced for to meet etc A girl with a basket he chanced for to spy With good Holland's gin, if you wished for to buy Says Jack, to be serious, “what have you got there?” “Good Holland's gin, I vow and declare Good Holland's gin if you wish for to buy And the name that they call it is 'Young bung your eye.” Now Jack he bought the basket and right away went And to open the basket a young baby did cry. Now to get the child christened to a parson he went Said the parson, “I'll christen the baby bye and bye, What name will you call it?” Says jack, “Bung your eye.” “Bung your eye,” says the parson, “This is a droll name.” “Damn it all,” says the sailor, “A rum way it came, Instead of bad liquor my sea stock to buy, They have made me the dad of young Bung Your Eye.” Now all you young sailors who roam London Street, If a girl with a basket you chance for to meet, The course that I give you is steer 'full and by' Or they'll make you the dad of a young 'Bung Your Eye.' |