Well if you've got a wing-o, take her up to Ring-o
Where the waxies sing-o, all the day
When 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 Duke of Gloucester, the dirty old imposter
Took a mot and lost her up in the Furry Glen
He first put on his bowler and then he zipped up his trousers
He whistled for his growler and says 'My man'

Take me up to Monto, Monto, Monto
Take me up to Monto, langeroo, to you!

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

So we took them up to Monto, Monto, Monto
We took them up to Monto, langeroo, to you!

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