Dicey Riley lyrics

Oh, poor old Dicey Riley she has taken to the sup

And poor old Dicey Riley she will never give it up

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

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