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 of Porter, and you can't go any further,
Give our man the order, back to the quay,
And take her up to Monto, Monto, Monto,
Take her up to Monto, Lan-ge-ru - to you,
You heard the Duke of Gloucester, the dirty old imposter,
He took his Mut and lost her up in 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,
Take me up to Monto, Monto, Monto,
Take me up to Monto, Lan-ge-ru - to you,
You heard the Dublin Fusileers, the dirty old bamboozileers,
They went and got the childer, one, two, three,
Marching from the linin hall, there's one for every cannonball,
And Vick he?s going to send you all o're the sea
First go up to Monto, Monto, Monto,
First go up to Monto, Lan-ge-ru - to you,
Now when the czar of Russia and the King of Prussia,
Landed in the Phoenix 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.
They both went up to Monto, Monto, Monto,
Both went up to Monto, Lan-ge-ru - to you,
Now 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 the Mayor say's she, this all you've got to show for me?
Why no mam there's more to see ''Pog Mo Thoin.
He took her up to Monto, Monto, Monto,
He took her up to Monto, Lan-ge-ru - to you,