Oh, poor old Dicey Riley she has taken to the sup.
And poor old Dicey Riley she will never give it up. x 2
It's off each morning to the pub
Where she goes in for another little drop
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley
She walks along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air
And then it's down by Summerhill, and as the people stare chorus(above)
She says "It's nearly half past one
It's time I went for another little one.'
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley.
At two, pubs close and out she goes as happy as a lark
She'll find a bench to sleep it off down in St. Patrick's Park
She'll wake at five feeling in the pink
And say, "Tis time for another little drink
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley
long years ago when men were men a fancy play of love
a lovely becky stoner an maggies mary juan
one woman puts us all to shame just one was worthy of the name
and the name of the dame is dicey riley
Chorus
Oh but time was catching up with her like many pretty whores
and its after you along the street before you're out the doors
well the looks all fade and the balance weighed but out of all that great brigade
stands the heart of the rawl is dicey riley