The Dubliners - Monto

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

Just give your man the order: Back to the Quay!

And take her up to Monto, Monto, Monto

Take her up to Monto, lang-er-oo

To you!

You’ve heard of Buckshot Forster

That dirty old impostor

He took a 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 says, “My man!”

Take me up to Monto, Monto, Monto

Take me up to Monto, lang-er-oo

To you!

When Carey told on Skin-the-Goat

O'Donnell put him on the boat

He wished he'd never been afloat, the dirty skite

It wasn't very sensible

To tell on the Invincibles

They stuck up for their principles, day and night.

Be going up to Monto, Monto, Monto

Be going up to Monto, lang-er-oo

To you!

You’ve seen the Dublin Fusiliers,

The dirty old bamboozaliers

De Wet’ll get the childer, one, two, three.

Marching from the Linen Hall

There's one for every cannonball,

And Vicky’s going to send yis all o'er the sea.

But first go up to Monto, Monto, Monto

First go up to Monto, lang-er-oo

To you!

And when the Czar of Russia

And the King of Prussia

Landed in the Phoenix in a big balloon,

They asked the Garda band

To play The Wearin' of the Green

But the buggers in the depot didn't know the tune.

So they both went up to Monto, Monto, Monto

Both went up to Monto, lang-er-oo,

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!

“Mister Neill, 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

Took her up to Monto, lang-er-oo

Liathróidi to you!