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Monto
Firkin
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 futher,
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 Phoenix in a big baloon,
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’m 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.”
Where the waxies sing-O, all the day,
If you had your fill your Porter, and you can’t go any futher,
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 Phoenix in a big baloon,
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’m 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.”
előadó:
Firkin
album címe: WHUP!
megjelenés: 2010
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kiadó: Pump Jump Records
zeneszerző: Tradícionális
szövegíró: Tradícionális
Göttinger Pál
Juhász Róbert
Laszip Dávid
Marczis Attila
Marthy Barna
Péter János
Sárhidai Zsuzsanna
Szuna Péter
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album címe: WHUP!
megjelenés: 2010
hossz: keressük!
kiadó: Pump Jump Records
zeneszerző: Tradícionális
szövegíró: Tradícionális
Göttinger Pál
Juhász Róbert
Laszip Dávid
Marczis Attila
Marthy Barna
Péter János
Sárhidai Zsuzsanna
Szuna Péter
stílus: keressük!
címkék: keressük!
napi megtekintések: 1
megtekintések száma: 3237
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