Oh 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 pub And she drops in for another little drop Oh the heart of the rowl has Dicey Riley
She walks along Fitzgibbon Street With and independent air Up and by the Summerhill And the people stop and 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 Riley
Long years ago when men were men And fancied female love And lovely Becky Cooper and Maggie's merry one One woman put them all to shame Just one was worthy of the name And the name of the dame was Dicey Riley
But time is catching up with her Like many a pretty whore And it's out with you along the street Before you're out the door
Their looks all fade in the bottom trade But out of that whole brigade The heart of the rowl has Dicey Riley