Monto Lyrics

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, lan-ge-roo
To you!

You heard of Buckshot Forster, the dirty old impostor
He took-, he took his 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 Monto, Monto, Monto
Take me up to Monto, lan-ge-roo
To you!

When Carey told on Skin-the-goat, O'Donnell caught 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 stood up for their principles, day and night

Be goin′ up to Monto, Monto, Monto
Goin' up to Monto, lan-ge-roo
To you!

You see the Dublin Fusiliers, the dirty old bamboozlers
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
Take her up to Monto, lan-ge-roo
To you!

Now 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 Wearin′ of the Green"
But the buggers in the depot didn't know the tune

So, he took her up Monto, Monto, Monto
Took her up to Monto, lan-ge-roo
To you!

Oi, you might noticed that we have left the other
A word
We were advised against sing it
In case somebody would come along and be insulted
Um, the somebody hasn't come yet, wherever he is
And um, there was a-, there was a suggestion made last year
That all the books written by artist authors which are banned in this country
Should be printed in Irish
And this will be a great incentive for the Iris people to learn their own language
Oh, um, we make a contribution now with this verse

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 18 stone
"Mister Me Lord Mayor," says she "Is this all you′ve got to show me?"
"Why, no, ma'am there′s some more to see, Pog mo thoin'!"

And they both went up to Monto, Monto, Monto
Both went up to Monto, lan-ge-roo
She hold it to you!