The Mero

Somebody's under the bed

Whoever can it be?

I feel so very nervous

I call for Joanee

Joanee lights the candle

But there's nobody there

Hey! Hi! Diddeleedai

And out goes she

Skipping rope still turning

Children at their play

In and out of Clarendon Street

In and out to pray

I haven't prayed for twenty years

Or sung a happy song

Since praying went with innocence

And the devil played along

And we all went up to the Mero

Hey there! Who's your man?

It's only Johnny '40 coats'

Sure he's a desperate man

Bang, bang shoots the buses

With his golden key

Hey! Hi! Diddeleedai

And out goes she

Me father was a stater

And me mother loved a tan

She loved her Hafner's sausages

And her soldier fancy man

Noel's up in Jacob's

And Mary's on the town

And I joined the transport union

When they said my nose was brown

And we all went up to the Mero

Hey there! Who's your man

It's Alfie Byrne out walking

Sure he's a decent man

Bang, bang shoots the buses

With his golden key

Hey! Hi! Diddeleedai

And out goes she

I've a tanner for the Mero

And me confo money's hid

If Mary's in the family way

She can blame the Cisco kid

I'll be langers in the morning

Me longers need a patch

Ah, Jesus! There's lone' Martin

I hope he's won the match

Me uncle had a wolfhound

That never had to pee

But Hairy Lemon snatched it

Down on Eden quay

Now I have me primo

And me scapulars are blue

For helping the black babies

And Dolly Fossett too

And we all went up to the Mero

Hey there! Who's your man?

It's Brendan Behan out walking

Sure he's a ginger man

Bang, bang shoots the buses

With his golden key

Hey! Hi! Diddeleedai

And out goes she

It's true that Dublin's changing

Since the pillar was blown down

By the winds of violence

That are buggering up the town

We used to solve a difference

With a digging match and a jar

But now they're all playing bang-bang

That's going too bleeding far

And we all go up to the Mero

Hey there! Who's your man?

It's only me guardian angel

Get a large one for your man

There's no use bleedin' Russia

Sure now it's the holy hour

A plenary indulgence

And another baby power