| lyric | 1. Ah, poor old Dicey Riley she has taken to the sup,
and poor old Dicey Riley she will never give it up.
It’s off each morning to the pop
and then she’s in for another little drop,
ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley.
2. She walks down Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air,
And then it’s down to Summerhill, at her the people stare,
She says: “It’s nearly half past one,
So I’ll nip in for another little one.”
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley.
3. She owns a little sweetshop at the corner of the street,
And every evening after school I go to wash her feet,
She leaves me there to mind the shop,
While she nips in for another little drop,
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley.
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1. Ah poor oul Dicey Reilly, she has taken to the sup,
And poor oul Dicey Reilly she will never give it up,
It’s off each morning to the pop that she goes in for another little drop,
But the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly.
2. She will walk along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air.
And then it's down by Summerhill, and as the people stare
She'll say ""It's nearly half-past one, time I went in for another little one.""
But the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly.
3. At two, pubs close and out she goes as happy as a lark.
She'll find a bench to sleep it off down in St.Patrick's Park.
She'll wake at five feeling in the pink and say ""'Tis time for another drink.""
But the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly.
4. She'll travel far to a dock-side bar to have another round,
And after one or two or three she doesn't feel quite sound.
And after four she's a bit unstable, after five underneath the table.
The heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly.
5. They carry her home at twelve o'clock, as they do every night.
Bring her inside, put her on the bed and then turn out the light.
Next morning she'll get out of bed and look for a curer for her head.
But the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly.
6. Ah poor oul Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup.
And poor oul Dicey Reilly she will never give it up.
It's off each morning to the pop, then she goes in for another little drop.
But the heart of the rowl is Dicey Rei'llly. |