Well if you've got a wingo
Take her up to ringo
Where the waxy singo 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 - Lang a Roo - To you
The dirty Duke of Gloucster
The dirty old imposter
Took his mouth and lost her up the Furry Glen
He first put on his bowler
Then he buttoned up his trousers
And he whisteld for a growler and said: My man
Take me up to Monto Monto Monto
Take me up to Monto - Lang a Roo - To you
You see the Dublin Fusiliers
The dirty ould bumboozeleers
They went to get the childer one two three
Martha from the Linenhall
Has one for every canonball
I think he's going to send ye's all o'er the sea
But first go up to Monto Monto Monto
First go up to Monto - Lang a Roo - To you
When the Tzar of Russia and the King of Prussia
Landed in the Phoenix in the big baloon
They asked the police band to play the wearing of the green
But the buggers in the depot didn't know the tune
So they both went up to Monto Monto Monto
They both went up to Monto - Lang a Roo - To you
Writer(s): Ciaran Padraig Maire Bourke, Luke Kelly, Ronald Joseph Drew, John Edmund Sheahan, Barney Mckenna
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