Poor aul Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
Poor aul Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pub
And then she's in for another little drop
Ah, the heart of the rule is Dicey Reilly
She walks along Fitzgibbon Street
with an independent air
And then it's down by Summerhill,
at her the people stare
She says it's nearly half past one
so I'll nip in for another little one
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly
She owns a little sweetshop
at the corner of the street
And every evening after school
I go to wash her feet
She leaves me there to mind the shop
While she nips in for another little drop
Ah the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly.
