Firkin - Monto dalszöveg (lyrics)

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 futher
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 Phoenix in a big baloon
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’m 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"