Monto

Well if you got a wingo,
Take her up to ringo,
Where the waxies sing o all the day,
If youve had your fill of porter,
And you cant 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
Theres one for every canonball,
And Vickis going to send yis all oer 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
Didnt 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,
Im glad she didnt fall on us,
Shes eighteen stone,
Mr. me Lord Mayor, sez she,
Is this all youve got to show to me?
Why no, maam, there is more to see,
Pg mo thin,

And he took her up to Monto, Monto, Monto,
He took her up to Monto, langeroo,
Goodnight to you