Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Mero, artist - The Dubliners. Date of issue: 04.03.2009
Song language: English
The Mero |
| Somebody`s under the bed |
| Whoever can it be? |
| I feel so very nervous |
| I call for Joanee |
| Joanee lights the candle |
| But there’s nobody there |
| Hey! |
| Hi! |
| Diddeleedai |
| And out goes she |
| Skipping rope still turning |
| Children at their play |
| In and out of Clarendon Street |
| In and out to pray |
| I haven’t prayed for twenty years |
| Or sung a happy song |
| Since praying went with innocence |
| And the devil played along |
| And we all went up to the Mero |
| Hey there! |
| Who’s your man? |
| It’s only Johnny '40 coats' |
| Sure he’s a desperate man |
| Bang, bang shoots the buses |
| With his golden key |
| Hey! |
| Hi! |
| Diddeleedai |
| And out goes she |
| Me father was a stater |
| And me mother loved a tan |
| She loved her Hafner’s sausages |
| And her soldier fancy man |
| Noel’s up in Jacob’s |
| And Mary’s on the town |
| And I joined the transport union |
| When they said my nose was brown |
| And we all went up to the Mero |
| Hey there! |
| Who’s your man |
| It’s Alfie Byrne out walking |
| Sure he’s a decent man |
| Bang, bang shoots the buses |
| With his golden key |
| Hey! |
| Hi! |
| Diddeleedai |
| And out goes she |
| I’ve a tanner for the Mero |
| And me confo money’s hid |
| If Mary’s in the family way |
| She can blame the Cisco kid |
| I’ll be langers in the morning |
| Me longers need a patch |
| Ah, Jesus! |
| There’s lone' Martin |
| I hope he’s won the match |
| Me uncle had a wolfhound |
| That never had to pee |
| But Hairy Lemon snatched it Down on Eden quay |
| Now I have me primo |
| And me scapulars are blue |
| For helping the black babies |
| And Dolly Fossett too |
| And we all went up to the Mero |
| Hey there! |
| Who’s your man? |
| It’s Brendan Behan out walking |
| Sure he’s a ginger man |
| Bang, bang shoots the buses |
| With his golden key |
| Hey! |
| Hi! |
| Diddeleedai |
| And out goes she |
| It’s true that Dublin’s changing |
| Since the pillar was blown down |
| By the winds of violence |
| That are buggering up the town |
| We used to solve a difference |
| With a digging match and a jar |
| But now they’re all playing bang-bang |
| That’s going too bleeding far |
| And we all go up to the Mero |
| Hey there! |
| Who’s your man? |
| It’s only me guardian angel |
| Get a large one for your man |
| There’s no use bleedin` Russia |
| Sure now it’s the holy hour |
| A plenary indulgence |
| And another baby power |