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 youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
