The Mero - Pete St John

Frank Cronin

Anybody know where I can source a copy of the lyrics for The Mero?

Any wisdom welcomed,
Frank.

Shadowdancer

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THE MERO
(Pete St. John)



Somebody under the bed, who ever can it be

I feel so very nervous I call for Joanee

Joanee lights the candle and there's nobody there

Hey hi diddley I and out goes she

Skippin' ropes still turnin', children at their play

In and out of Clandon Street, in and out to play

I haven't in twenty years or sung a happy song

Since prayin' 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 Forty Coats, sure he's desperate man

Bang Bang shoots the buses with his golden key

Hey hi diddley I and out goes she

Me Father was a Stater, me Mother loved the tan

She loved her Halfner sausages and a soldier fancy man

Now he's up in Jacob's 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 Burton out walking sure he's a dacent man

Come union every morning here's to the fast and spit

Olivia DeHaviland has a freckle on her lip

I've a tener for the Mero and me comfo money's hid

If Mary's in the family way she can blame the Cisco Kid

I'd be langers in the morning, me longers need a patch

Oh Jasus, there's Con Martin--I hope ya wins a match



Me uncle had a Wolfhound that never had to pee

But Harry Lemon snatched him down on Eden Quay

Now I have me primo and me scapular's of blue

For helping the black babies and Dolly Faucet too

And we all went up to the Mero, hey there, who's your man

It's Brendan Behan out walkin', sure he's the Ginger Man

A followin' ya up his ear hole and shoutin' Pog mo thoin

Do you think yer bleedin' Mandrake, why don't you write a poem



It's true that Dublin changin' since the Pillar was blown down

By the winds of violence that are buggerin' up the town

We used to solve our differences with a diggin' match and a jar

But now they're all playin Bang Bang, they're goin' to bleedin' far

And we all went 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' Russian, sure now it's the Holy Hour

A plainery indulgence and another baby power


Slan,
S.

Frank Cronin

Cheers S,

Been trying to locate this for ages now, nice one! Now it all makes sense ;-)

Frank.