| lyric | Well if you've got a wing O!
Take her up to Ring O!
Where the waxies sing O!
All the day. If you’re had your fill of porter
And you can’t go any further
Give your man the order
„Back to quay!
Chorus:
And take her up to Monto, Monto, Mont,
Take her up to Monto, langeroo, to you!
Did ya hear of Buckshot Forster, the dirty ould imposthor —
Got a mot and lost her in the Furry Glen ——
So he just put on his bowler, and he buttoned up his trowser
Then he whistled for a growler, and he said: 'My man' (this in a posh accent)
Chorus:
Take me up to Monte, etc.
You have heard of the Dublin Fusileers, the dirty ould bamboozeleers
They went and killed the childer, 1, 2, 3..
Marchin' from the Linenhall, there's one for every cannonball,
And Vicky's going to send 'em all o'er the sea:
Chorus:
But first go up to Monto, etc.
When Carey told on skin-the-Goat, O'Donnell got him in the boat —
He wished he'd never bin afloat, the dirty skite;
He wasn't very sensible to tell on the Invincibles,
They stuck up for their principles day and night . . . by
Chorus:
Goin’ up to Monto, etc
Oh . ..when the Czar of Rooshia and the King of Prooshia
Landed in the Phaynix in a big ball-oo-an,
They asked the polis band to play The Wearing of the Green,
But the buggers in the Dee-pot didn't know the tyoo-an; so
Chorus:
They all went up to Monto, Etc.
Queen Vic she came to call on us, she wanted to meet all of us —
'Tis well she didn't fall on us, she's eighteen sto-an !
Then, 'Mister, my Lord Mayor', says she,'Is that all yez have to show to me ?'
'Why, no Ma'am, there's some more,‘ says he,'Pogue-ma-hone !' Then,
Chorus:
They took her up to Monto, etc.
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Well if you’ve got a wing-o, take her up to Ring-o
where the waxies sing o, all the day,
If you’ve had your fill of porter and you can’t go any further,
Give your man the order: Back to the Quay!
And take her up to Monto, Monto, Monto,
Take her up to Monto, langeroo, To you!
You’ve heard of the Duke of Gloucester, the dirty old imposter,
He got a mot and lost her, up the Furry Glen,
He first put on his bowler and he buttoned up his trousers,
And he whistled for a growler and he says, ‘My man’
Take me up to etc.
You’ve heard of the Dublin Fusileers, the dirty old bamboozileers,
They went and got the childer, one, two, three.
Oh, marching from the Linen Hall there’s one for every cannonball,
And Vick’s going to send them all, o’er the sea.
But first go up to etc.
When Carey told on Skin-the-goat, O’Donnell caught him on the boat,
He wished he’d never been afloat, the filthy skite,
It wasn’t very sensible to tell on the Invincibles,
They stood up for their principles, day and night.
And they all went up to etc.
Now when the Czar Of Russia and the King of Prussia,
Landed in the Phoenix Park in a big balloon,
They asked the polismen to play ‘The wearing of the green’
But the buggers in the depot didn’t know the tune.
So they both went up to etc.
Now 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.
‘Mister Melord the Mayor’, says she, ‘18 this all you’ve got to show me?’
‘Why, no ma’am, there’s some more to see, peg mo théin’
And he took her up to etc. |