Lyrics The Monto - The Dubliners
Well
if
you
got
a
wingo
Take
her
up
to
ringo
Where
the
waxies
sing
o
all
the
day
If
you′ve
had
your
fill
of
porter
And
you
can't
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
There's
one
for
every
canonball
And
Vicki's
going
to
send
yis
all
o′er
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
Didn′t
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
I'm
glad
she
didn′t
fall
on
us
She's
eighteen
stone
Mr.
me
Lord
Mayor,
sez
she
Is
this
all
you′ve
got
to
show
to
me?
Why
no,
ma'am,
there
is
more
to
see
- póg
mo
thoin
And
he
took
her
up
to
Monto,
Monto,
Monto
He
took
her
up
to
Monto,
langeroo
Goodnight
to
you
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