Ah, poor old Dicey Reilly, she has taken to the sup
Poor old Dicey Reilly, she will never give it up
For it's off each mornin' to the hock
And she nips in for another little drop
For the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

She walks along Fitzgibbon Street
With an independent air
And then it's down by Summerhill
At her the people stare
She says it's nearly half-past one
So I'll nip in for another little one
For the heart of the rowl is Dicey Rеilly

Ah, poor old Dicey Reilly, she has takеn to the sup
Poor old Dicey Reilly, she will never give it up
For it's off each mornin' to the hock
And she goes in for another little drop
For the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

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
For the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

Ah, poor old Dicey Reilly, she has taken to the sup
Poor old Dicey Reilly, she will never give it up
For it's off each mornin' to the hock
That she goes in for another little drop
For the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly