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 For 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 For 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 And 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 For 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 For 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 For 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 For the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly