paroles de chanson Monto - The Dubliners
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
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