Dicey Riley

[Verse 1]
Poor oul' Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
Ah poor oul' Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
For it's off each morning to the pop
And she goes in for a little drop
But the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

[Verse 2]
She'll walk along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air
And then it's down by Summerhill and at the people stare
She'll say "It's nearly half past one
So I'll go in for another little one"
For the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly