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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

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