Lyrics
*Instrumental*
Poor auld Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
Poor auld Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
For it's off each morning to the pub
And then she's in for another little drop
For the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley
*Instrumental*
She'll walk along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air
And then it's a down be Summerhill
And as the people stare
She'll say it's nearly half past one
And it's time I had another little one
At the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley
*Instrumental*
