The Dubliners - The Mero Lyrics

Somebody under the bed
Whoever can it be?
I feel so very nervous,
I call for Joanie
Joanie lights the candle but there's nobody there
Hay-hi-diddly-I
And out goes she

Skippin' ropes still turnin',
Children at their play
In and out of Catherine St,
In and out to pray
I haven't prayed for 20 years
Or sung a happy song
Since praying went with innocence
And the divil 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
Hay-hi-diddly-I
And out goes she

Me father was a stater
And me mother loved a tan
She loved her ham and her sausages
And her soldier fancy man

Nora's up in Jacobs,
And Mary's on the town
And I joined the transport union when they said me 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 dacent man

Bang Bang shoots the buses
With his golden key
Hay-hi-diddly-I
And out goes she

I'm a tanner for the Mero
And me compo money's hid
If Mary's in the faffity way
She can blame the Cisco kid
I'll be langers in the mornin,
Me longers need a patch
Awh jaysus there's Con Martin
I hope yis win the match

My Uncle had a wolfhound
That never had to pee
But Haylemon snatched it
Down on Eden Quay

Now I have my primo
And me scaffolders are blue
For helping the black babies
And Dolly Fosset too

And we all went up to the Mero
Hey there who's your man
It's Brendan Behan out walking
Sure he's the ginger man

Bang Bang shoots the buses
With his golden key
Hay-hi-diddly-I
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 our difference
With a diggin' match and a jar
Now they're all playin' bang bang
That's goin' too bleedin' far

And we all go up to the Mero
Hey there who's yer man
It's only me guardian angel
Get a large one for yer man

There's no use bleedin' rushin'
Sure now it's the holy hour
A plenary indulgence
And another baby power