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
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!
Well you’ve heard of 'Buckshot Forster'
The dirty old impostor
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!»
And take me up to Monto, Monto, Monto
Take me 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!
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!
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
And he took her up Monto, Monto, Monto
Took her up to Monto, lan-ge- roo
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 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!»
So they both went up to Monto, Monto, Monto
Both went up to Monto, lan-ge- roo
To you!