Dubliners, The - 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





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  1. B.... L....

    Johnny forty coats

  2. O.... R....

    Whats a diggin match and a jar?
    Whats a plenary indulgence?

    O.... R....

    Diggin match = fist fight
    Jar = pint
    Plenary indulgence = when your forgiven of all your sins ( or some papist nonsense to that effect )

  3. O.... R....

    What is the song about?

  4. J.... M....

    This makes me nostalgic about living in Dublin in the 80's even though I was born in the 21st century in South East Australia

  5. d.... K....

    This was in our list for many years playing gigs around the place. . A time that stand out though is a night we were playing in a bar in Amsterdam. . This song brought the house down and so started a serious session that went on for what seemed like a fortnight. . . Funny how music brings you back isinit.

  6. a.... d....

    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

    a.... d....

    But Haylemon snatched it ITS THE HAIRY LEMON

    a.... d....

    Haffners sausages
    Scapolors of blue

    a.... d....

    Thats a lot of effort thanks. 👍👍

  7. m.... d....

    hairy jack on his Honda 50 collecting bottles wild drunk ge used to chase us as kids

  8. C.... O....

    Bang Bang got a nice mention on the RTE Nine O'Clock news the other night here in Ireland, a nice tribute to one of Dublin's long list of dark, quirky and intriguing characters

  9. G.... D....

    fucking brilliant

  10. M.... ....

    Greetings from Bulgaria Dubliner's fans! The best song i evever!

  11. J.... R....

    ciaron who,s gay , want te earn 2euro the hard way .?.??

  12. A.... B....

    Fucking fantastic 👏👏👏👏👏

  13. c.... s....

    for the homeless man who died in front of the Dail..who is now dead

    c.... s....

    colin sherwood haha!

  14. f.... ....

    Also noteworthy perhaps:
    my father was a stater and me mother loved her tan.
    a Stater was a supporter of the Free State and the Tan refers to the Black and Tans, non-Irish members of the Royal Irish Constabulary

    f.... ....

    20% of the Black and tans were Irish born, and were actually RIC also. Lots of false history promoted by the Irish establishment.

  15. w.... ....

    yeah and bang bang used to go out with a woman in dun loaghaire called mad sally they had kids together i think he would be a great grandfather at this stage

  16. M.... D....

    Class song but does anyone no the song oh Jonny daddle Dom or something like that ??

  17. M.... ....

    The high kings: search on youtube:the high kings, and see the best singers ever! Vh,ronnie D

  18. S.... B....

    thanks for the break down twolly banager

  19. L.... ....

    yay finally found this song wasnt sure what it was called ! Thanks :)

  20. T.... ....

    finally found that band... google is not nice to them.

  21. T.... ....

    Blood or Whiskey, is that suppose to be a band?

  22. d.... ....

    Oh and 'Tan' means Black and Tan.

    Jacobs is Jacobs biscuit factory.

    The Transport Union was a trade union (Irish Transport General Workers Union)

    The pillar was Nelson's pillar (blown up 1966)

    Baby power is a small whiskey

  23. d.... ....

    Alfie Byrne was a local politician for many years in Dublin.

    Bang bang was a 'character who used to popint his fingers at people and shout 'bang bang'.

    Con Martin was a footballer (soccer and gaelic football in the 40s and 50s)

  24. R.... Z....

    God save good old ronnie

  25. m.... k....

    Longers is long trousers

  26. k.... ....

    de dubliners r savage!!!

  27. Z.... ....

    Like a Pirates song...

  28. J.... L....

    I'm old enough to have gone to the Maro, and I remember oul Bang Bang who'd frighten the life outta you. Ah the Maro, the Plaza, the Royal on a sunday, the 'Lec in Talbot St, the Phoenix up along the quays, the Masterpiece also in Talbot Street where they said miracles happened - you went in a cripple and came out walking (walking alive with fleas) Yes, they were the good oul days alright. But these days are even better.