Poor Old Dicey Riley - Orthodox Celts

Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup

Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up

And a time for each morning to the pub

And then she’s in for another little drop

Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup

Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up

And a time for each morning to the pub

And then she’s in for another little drop

Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

She walks along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air

And then it’s down by Summerhill and as 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

Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup

Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up

And a time for each morning to the pub

And then she’s in for another little drop

Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

Long years ago when men were men and fancied May Oblong

Or lovely Becky Cooper or Maggie’s Mary Wong

One woman put them all to shame

Just one was worthy of the name

And the name of that dame was Dicey Reilly

Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup

Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up

And a time for each morning to the pub

And then she’s in for another little drop

Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

But time went catching up on her like many pretty girls

And after you along the street before you’re out the door

Their balance vague, their looks all fade

But out of all that great brigade

Still the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup

Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up

And a time for each morning to the pub

And then she’s in for another little drop

Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly