Monto - Firkin

Well if you got a wing-o, take her up to ring-o

Where the waxies sing-O, all the day

If you had your fill your Porter and you can’t go any further

Give your man the order back to the quay

First take her up to Monto Monto Monto

Take her up to Monto Lan-ga-roo to you

When the czar of Russia and the king of prussia

Landed in the Phoinex in a big balloon

They asked the policemen to play «The Wearing Of The Green»

But the buggers in the depot didn’t know the tune

You see the Dublin Fusileers the dirty old bamboozileers

They want to get the childer one two three

Martha from the Linnen Hall he owes for every cannonball

I think he’s going to send you all o’re the sea

When the Duke of Gloucester the dirty old imposter

He took the Mot and followed her up in the Furry Glen

He first put on his bowler and he buttoned up his trousers

Then he whistled for his growler and he said my man

The Queen she came to call on us

She wanted to see all of us

I' glad she didn’t fall on us she’s eighteen stone

Mister Milord Mayor this is all you’ve got to show to me

Why no me mam there’s more to see «Pog Mo Hole»