Lyrics Monto - Firkin

Monto

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»