I hope this helps

THE MERO
Dubliners

Somebody under the bed - whoever can it be?
I feel so very nervous, I call for Joannie
Joannie lights the candle, but there's nobody there
Hey, Hi, diddle-dee-i and out goes she

Skipping ropes 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 at the Mero, hey there, who is your man?
It's only Johnny Forty Coats, for he's a desperate man
Bang-bang shoots the busses with his golden key
Hey, Hi, diddle-dee-i and out goes he

My father was a stater and my mother loved a tan
She loved her ham and her sausages and her soldier fancy man
Nora'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 is your man?
It's Alby (?) puttin' out walking, sure he's a decent man
Bang-bang shoots the busses with his golden key
Hey, Hi, diddle-dee-i and out goes he

I've a tenner for the Mero and me compo money's head (?)
If Mary's in the family way she can blame the Cisco Kid
I be langers in the morning my longers (?) need a patch
Oh Jesus, there's Con Martin, I hope youse win the match!

My uncle had a wolfhound that never had to pee
But Hairy Lemon snatched it down on Eden Quay
Now I have my primo, my scapulars are blue
For helping the black babies and Dolly Fosset too.

And we all went up to the Mero, hey there, who is your man?
Spending (???) being out walking, sure he's The Gingerman
Bang-bang shoots the busses with his golden key
Hey, Hi, diddle-dee-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 a difference by 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 is your man?
It's only my guardian angel - get a large one for your man
There's no use bleeding rushing, sure now it's the Holy hour
A plenary indulgence and another baby Power.

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All the best
ferret