Take her up to
Monto, Monto, Monto.
Take her up to Monto lan-ger-roo, to you!
Well if ye got a wing-o take her up to ring-o,
where the waxies sing-o all the day.
If you’ve had your fill of porter and you can’t go any further,
give your man the order, “Back to the Quay!”
Well you’ve heard the Duke of Glouster the dirty old imposter,
took his mot and lost her up at the Furry Glen.
He first put on his bowler and he buttoned up his trousers,
he whistled for his growler and he said, “My man!”
And when the Czar o’ Roosha and the King o’ Proosha
landed in the phoenix in a big balloon.
They asked the Garda Band to play ‘The Wearing of the Green’
but the buggers in the lower deck didn’t know the tune.
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.
“Mister Mayor, Me lord”, she said,
“is that all you’ve got to show to me?”
“Why no ma’am there’s more to see: “Poag mo hoan!”