Cruiskeen Monto
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.
You've heard of Butcher Foster,
The dirty old impostor,
Took his mot and lost her up the Furry Glen,
He first put on hi' 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 seen the Dublin Fusiliers,
The dirty old bamboozlers
De Wet will get the childer,
One, two, three
Marchin' from the Linen Hall
There's one for every canonball,
And Vicky'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.
Well Kerry told him, 'Skin the goat,'
O'Donnell put 'em on the boat,
He never should up being afloat,
The dirty skite
It wasn't very sensible,
To tell them the invinicibles
They stood up for the principles,
Day and night
They all went up to Monto, Monto, Monto,
Going up to Monto, Langeroo, to you.
Now when the Tzar of Russia
And the King of Prussia,
Landed in the Phoenix 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 the tune,
So they all went up to Monto, Monto, Monto,
They all 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. m'Lord Mayor, says she,
Is this all you´ve got to show to me?
Why no, ma'am, there is more to see,
Póg mo thóin,
And he took her up to Monto, Monto, Monto,
He took her up to Monto, Langeroo, to you
