Lyrics The Dubliners - Monto

Well if you got a wingo,
take her up to ringo,
Where the waxies sing o all the day,
If youґve had your fill of porter,
And you canґt 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,
Marchinґ from the linenhall
thereґs one for every canonball,
And Vickiґs going to send yis all oґer 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
didnґt 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,
Iґm glad she didnґt fall on us,
sheґs eighteen stone,
Mr. me Lord Mayor, sez she,
Is this all youґve got to show to me?
Why no, maґam, there is more to see,
Pуg mo thуin,

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