| Song | The Mero |
| Artist | The Dubliners |
| Album | Ireland's No.1 Folk Group |
| 作词 : St.John | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : St. John | |
| 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 bangbang | |
| 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 |