Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly
she has taken to the sup
Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly
she will never give it up
For 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 Reilly
Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly
she has taken to the sup
Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly
she will never give it up
For 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 Reilly
She walks along Fitzgibbon Street
with an independent air
And then it’s down by Summerhill
and see 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
For 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 Reilly
Long years ago when men were men
and fancied May Oblong
Or lovely Becky Cooper
Or Maggie 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
For 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 Reilly
But time went catching up on her
like many pretty whores
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
For 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 Reilly
Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly
she has taken to the sup
Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly
she will never give it up
For 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 Reilly