Well if you got a wingo,
Take her up to ringo,
Where the waxies sing o all the day,
If youґve had your fill of porter,
And you canґt 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,
Marchinґ from the linenhall
Thereґs one for every canonball,
And Vickiґs going to send yis all oґer 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
Didnґt know that tune,