That is what I have on a recording by the Irish Weavers.
Some parts (marked in red) I could not understand.
MudGuard

Well there was cheese, cheese,
Oh (ofting ???) in the breeze
In the store, in the store
In the store, in the store
There was ham, ham,
Mixed up in the jam
In the quartermaster's store

Well there was bread, bread
Just (a clumps of lead ???)
In the store, in the store
In the store, in the store
There were buns, buns
Full of (hardeguns ???)
In the quartermaster's store

Well there were mice, mice
Eating up the rice
In the store, in the store
In the store, in the store
There were rats, rats
Big as bloody cats
In the quartermaster's store

Well there was meat, meat,
Meat you couldn't eat
In the store, in the store
In the store, in the store
There were eggs, eggs
Nearly growing legs
In the quartermaster's store

Well there was beer, beer
Beer you can't (ganeer ???)
In the store, in the store
In the store, in the store
There was rum, rum
For the (general's tum ???)
In the quartermaster's store

Well there was cake, cake,
Cake you couldn't break
In the store, in the store
In the store, in the store
There were flies, flies,
Feeding on the pies
In the quartermaster's store

Well there was fish, fish
Stinking in the dish
In the store, in the store
In the store, in the store
There were chickens, chickens
Since the times a-digging
In the quartermaster's store