Monto

Well if you’ve got a wingo, take her up to ringo
Where the waxies sing-oh all the day
If you’ve had your fill of porter and you can’t go any further
Give your men the order: “Back to the quay”

And take her up to Monto, Monto, Monto
Take her up to Monto, langaroo – to you

The dirty Duke of Gloucester, the dirty ould imposter
Took his moth and lost her up the Furry Glen
He first put on his bowler then he buttoned up his trousers
And he whistled for a growler and he said: “My Men!”

Take me up to Monto, Monto, Monto
Take me up to Monto, langaroo – to you

You see the Dublin Fusiliers, the dirty old bamboozaliers
They went to get the childer, one, two, three
Marchin’ from the Linen Hall, there’s one for every cannon ball
And Vicky’s going to send ye’s all o’er the sea

But first go up to Monto, Monto, Monto
First go up to Monto, langaroo – to you

When the Tsar of Russia and the King of Prussia
Landed in the Phoenix in a big balloon
They asked the Police band to play “The Wearing of the Green”
But the buggers in the depot didn’t know that tune

So they both went up to Monto, Monto, Monto
They both went up to Monto, langaroo – to you

The Queen she came to call on us, she wanted to see all of us
I’m glad she didn’t fall on us, she’s eighteen stone
“Mr Me Lord Mayor”, says she, “Is this all you’ve got to show to me”
“Why no ma’am there’s some more to see” – Póg mo thóin

And he took her up to Monto, Monto, Monto
He took her up to Monto – Liathróidi to you (Goodnight to you)