Well if you got a wingo take me up to ringo
Where the waxies singo all the day
If you had your fill of porter and you can't go any further
Then give your man the order back to the Quay
And take her up to Monto, Monto, Monto
Take her up to Monto langeroo
You've heard of butcher Foster, the dirty old imposter
He took a mot and lost her up the Furry Glen
He first put on his bowler, then buttoned up his trousers
And whistled for a growier and he said 'My men,
Take me up to Monto
The fairy told him, 'Skin the Goat', O'Donnell put him on the boat
He whished he'd never been afloat, the dirty skite
It wasn't very sensible to tell on the Invincibles
They took aboard the principals, day and night
Begoin'up to Monto
You've scen the Dublin Fusiliers, the dirty old bamboozaliers
They went and got the childer, one, two, three
Marchin' from the Linen Hall, there's one for every cannon ball
And Vicky's goin' to send youse all o'er the sea
But first go up to Monto
When the Czar of Rooshia, and the King of Prooshia
Landed in the Phoenix in a big balloon
They asked the Garda Band to play, 'The Wearin'O'the Green'
But the buggers in the depot didn't know the tune.
So they both went up to Monto
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. Neill, Lord Mayor', says she, 'Is this all you've got to show to me ?'
'Why no, ma'am, there's some more to see - pog mo thoin'
Andhe took her up to Monto
