Dicey Reilly - The Dubliners

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

For the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

Oh she walks along

Fitzgibbon street with an independent air

And then it's down be

Summerhill and as 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

Long years ago when men were men and fancied

May Oblong

Or lovely Beckie Cooper or Maggie's Mary Wong

One woman put them all to shame

Just one was worthy of the name

And the name of the dame was Dicey Reilly

Oh but time went catching up on

Her like many pretty whores

And it's after you along the street

Before you're out the door

The balance weighed and they looks all fade

But out of all that great brigade

Still the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly