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 further 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 Phoinex 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 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' 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"