Well if you've got a wing-o
Take her up to ring-o
Where the waxies sing-o all the day
If you've had your fill of porter and you can't go any further
Give your man the order back to the Quay
And take her up to monto, monto, monto
Take her up to monto lan-ge-roo
To you
Have you heard of buckshot forster
The dirty old imposter
Took a mot and lost her, up the furry glen
He first put on his bowler
And buttoned up his trousers
Then whistled for a growler and he said my man
Take me up to monto, monto, monto
Take me up to monto lan-ge-roo
To you
You've seen the dublin fusiliers
The dirty old bamboozeleers
De wet'll kill them chiselers 1 2 3
Marching from the linen hall
There's one for every cannonball
And vicky's going to send them all o'er the sea
But first go up to monto, monto, monto
March them up to monto lan-ge-roo
To you
When carey told on skin-the-goat
O'Donnell caught 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 stand up for their principles day and night
And you'll find them all in monto, monto, monto
Standing up in monto lan-ge-roo
To you
Now when the tsar of russia
And the king of prussia
Landed in the phoenix in a big baloon
They asked the police band
To play the wearin' of the green
But the buggers from the depot didn't know the tune
So they both went up to monto, monto, monto
Scarpered up to monto lan-ge-roo
To you
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
Mister me lord mayor says she
Is this all you've got to show me
Why no ma'am there's some more to see pog mo thoin (kiss my arse)
And he took her up to monto, monto, monto
He set her up in monto lan-ge-roo
For you