Monto F Dm x3 F Dm C C7 tag: C C7 Well if you've got a wing-o, take her up to Ring-o Where the waxies sing-o, all the day and if you've had your fill of porter And you can't go any further Give your man the order: Back to the Quay! But first go up to Monto, Monto, Monto First go up to Monto - langeroo to you! You've heard about Butcher Foster, the dirty old imposter Took a mot and lost her up in the Furry Glen He first put on his bowler and then he buttoned up his trousers He whistled for his growler and says 'My man' The fairy told him, 'Skin the Goat'; O'Donnell put him on the boat He wished he'd never been afloat, the dirty skite. It wasn't very sensible to tell on the invincibles they took aboard the principals, day and night Now you know the Dublin Fusileers, the dirty old bamboozeliers They went and got the childer, one, two, three Marchin from the linen hall, there's one for every cannon ball And Vicky's going to send your arse all over the sea. And when the Czar of Russia and the King of Prussia Landed in the Phoenix in a big balloon They asked the Beggarmen to play 'The Wearing of the Green' But the buggers in the lower they didn't know the tune 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 Mr Neill, Lord Mayor, says she Is this all you've got to show me? why, No Ma'am there some more to see Pog Mo thoin F Dm F Dm F Dm C C7 F Dm F Dm F Dm C C7 F Dm F Dm F Dm C C7 C C7