[Lyric] Dicey Riley (Brooke & John McLoughlin)

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
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
Then it's down by Summerhill, and as the people stare
She says "It's nearly half past one
It's time I went for another little one."
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley

At two, pubs close, and out she goes as happy as a lark
She'll find a bench to sleep it off down in St. Patrick's Park
She'll wake at five feeling in the pink
And say, "Tis time for another little drink"
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley

She'll travel far to a dockside bar to have another round
After one or two or three, she doesn't feel quite sound
After four, she's a bit unstable
After five, underneath the table
The heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley
They'll carry her home at twelve o'clock as they do every night
Take 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
Oh, the heart of the rowl 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 pub
Where she goes in for another little drop
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley