Monto

Well if you got a wingo

Take her up to ringo

Where the waxies sing o all the day

If you've had your fill of porter

And you can't go any further

Give yer man the order "Back to the Quay"

And take her up to Monto, Monto, Monto

Take her up to Monto, langeroo, to you

The Dirty Duke of Gloucester

The dirty old imposter

Took his mot 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 man"

Take me up to Monto, Monto, Monto

Take me up to Monto, langeroo, to you

You see the Dublin Fusiliers

The dirty old bamboozileers

They went to get the childer one, two, three

Marchin' from the linenhall

There's one for every canonball

And Vicki's going to send yis all o'er the sea

But first go up to Monto, Monto, Monto

First go up to Monto, langeroo, to you

When the Tzar of Russia

And the King of Prussia

Landed in the Phoenix Park 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, Mont

They both went up to Monto, langeroo, 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, sez she

Is this all you've got to show to me?

Why no, ma'am, there is more to see - póg mo thoin

And he took her up to Monto, Monto, Monto

He took her up to Monto, langeroo

Goodnight to you