Poor old Dicey Riley she has taken to the sup
Poor old Dicey Riley she will never give it up
For it’s off each morning to the hock
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, where the people stare
She says “It’s nearly half past one
It’s time I had another little onе.’
Ah the heart of the rowl is Dicеy Riley
She owns a little sweet shop at the corner of the street
And 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 rowl is Dicey Riley
Poor old Dicey Riley she will never give it up
For it’s off each morning to the hock
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, where the people stare
She says “It’s nearly half past one
It’s time I had another little onе.’
Ah the heart of the rowl is Dicеy Riley
She owns a little sweet shop at the corner of the street
And 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 rowl is Dicey Riley
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