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 pub

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