Dicey Reilly

Melody -

1. Oh poor old Dicey Reilly,
She has taken to the sup
And poor old Dicey Reilly,
She will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pop
That she goes in for another little drop
But the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly.

2. She will walk along Fitzgibbon Street
With an independent air
And then it's down by Summerhill,
And as the people stare
She'll say, "It's nearly half past one
Time I went in for another little one"
But the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly.
  3. Now at two, pubs close
And out she goes as happy as a lark
She'll find a bench to sleep it off
At St. Patrick's Park
She'll wake at five feeling in the pink
And say, "Tis time for another drink"
But the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly.

4. Now she'll travel far to a dockside bar
To have another round
And after one or two or three
She doesn't feel quite so sound
After four she's a bit unstable
After five underneath the table
But the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly.

5. Oh, they carry her home at twelve o'clock
As they do every night
Bring her inside, put her on the bed
And then turn out the light
Next morning she'll get out of bed
And look for a cure for her head
But the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly.


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