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Well if you got a wingo, |
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Take her up to ringo, |
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Where the waxies sing o all the day, |
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If youve had your fill of porter, |
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And you cant go any further, |
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Give yer man the order "Back to the Quay" |
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And take her up to Monto, Monto, Monto, |
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Take her up to Monto, langeroo, to you. |
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The Dirty Duke of Gloucester |
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The dirty old imposter, |
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Took his mot and lost her up the Furry Glen, |
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He first put on his bowler, |
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Then he buttoned up his trousers, |
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And he whistled for a growler |
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And he said "My man", |
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Take me up to Monto, Monto, Monto, |
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Take me up to Monto, langeroo, to you. |
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You see the Dublin Fusiliers, |
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The dirty old bamboozileers, |
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They went to get the childer one, two, three, |
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Marchin from the linenhall |
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Theres one for every canonball, |
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And Vickis going to send yis all oer the sea, |
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But first go up to Monto, Monto, Monto, |
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First go up to Monto, langeroo, to you. |
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When the Tzar of Russia |
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And the King of Prussia, |
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Landed in the Phoenix Park in a big balloon, |
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They asked the Police band to play |
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The Wearing of the Green, |
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But the buggers in the Depot |
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Didnt know that tune, |
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So they both went up to Monto, Monto, Mont, |
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They both went up to Monto, langeroo, to you. |
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The Queen she came to call on us, |
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She wanted to see all of us, |
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Im glad she didnt fall on us, |
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Shes eighteen stone, |
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Mr. me Lord Mayor, sez she, |
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Is this all youve got to show to me? |
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Why no, maam, there is more to see, |
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Pg mo thin, |
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And he took her up to Monto, Monto, Monto, |
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He took her up to Monto, langeroo, |
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Goodnight to you |
