Poor old Dicey Reilly
She has taken to the sup
Poor old Dicey Reilly
She will never give it up
For it's off each morning to the hock
And then she nips in for another little drop
Ah the heart to the rule is Dicey Reilly
She walks along Fitzgibbon Street
With an independent air
And then it's down be Summerhill
At her the people stare
She says it's nearly half past one
And it's time I had another little one
Ah the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly
Long years ago when men were men and fancied May Oblong
Or lovely Beckie Cooper or Maggie's Mary Wong
One woman put them all to shame
Just one was worthy of the name
And the name of the dame was Dicey Reilly
But time went catching up on her like many pretty whores
And it's after you along the street before you're out the door
The balance weighed and they looks all fade
But out of all that great brigade
Still the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly
