Poor old Dicey Riley she has taken to the sup,
Poor old Dicey Riley she will never give it up,
It's off each morning to the hock, and she?ll go in for another little drop.
Ah the heart of the rowel is Dicey Riley.
She walks along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air,
Pop along by Summerhill and the people stop and stare,
She says it's nearly half past one, I?ll slip in for another little one,
For the heart of the rowel is Dicey Riley.
Poor old Dicey Riley she has taken to the sup,
Poor old Dicey Riley she will never give it up,
It's off each morning to the hock, and she?ll go in for another little drop.
Ah the heart of the rowel is Dicey Riley.
She owns a little sweet shop at the corner of the street,
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 rowel is Dicey Riley
Poor old Dicey Riley she has taken to the sup,
Poor old Dicey Riley she will never give it up,
It's off each morning to the hock, and she drops in for another little drop.
Ah the heart of the rowel is Dicey Riley.