Well if you`ve 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
And take her up to Monto Monto Monto
Take her up to Monto lan-ge- roo
To you
The dirty Duke of Gloucester
The dirty old impostor
Took mot and lost her up the Furry Glen
He first put on his bowler
And he buttoned up his trousers
And he whistled for a growler and he says My man
Take me up to Monto Monto Monto
Take her up to Monto lan-ge- roo
To you
You see the Dublin Fusiliers
The dirty old bamboozlers
They went and got the childer one two three
Marching from the Linen Hall
There`s one for every cannonball
And Vick`s going to send them all o`er the sea
But first go up to Monto Monto Monto
Take her up to Monto lan-ge- roo
To you
Now when the Tsar of Russia
And the King of Prussia
Landed in the Phoenix Park in a big balloon
They asked the police band
To play The Wearin` of the Green
But the buggers in the depot didn`t know the tune
So they both went up to Monto Monto Monto
Take her up to Monto lan-ge- roo
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
Mister Me Lord Mayor says she
Is this all you`ve got to show me
Why no ma`am there`s some more to see Pog mo thoin
And he took her up Monto Monto Monto
Take her up to Monto lan-ge- roo
To you