Poor auld Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
Poor auld Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pub
And then she's in for another little drop
Ah, the heart of the rule is Dicey Reilly
Poor auld Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
Poor auld Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pub
And then she's in for another little drop
Ah, the heart of the rule is Dicey Reilly
She walks along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air
And then it's down by 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 rule is Dicey Reilly
Poor auld Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
Poor auld Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pub
And then she's in for another little drop
Ah, the heart of the rule is Dicey Reilly
Long years ago when men were men and fancied May of Long
Or lovely Becky Cooper or Maggie's Mary Wong
One woman put them all to shame, just one was worthy of the name
And the name of that dame was Dicey Reilly
Poor auld Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
Poor auld Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pub
And then she's in for another little drop
Ah, the heart of the rule is Dicey Reilly
But time went catching up on her like many pretty ones
It's after you along the street before you're out the door
Their balance vague, their looks all fade, but out of all that great brigade
Still the heart of the rule is Dicey Reilly
Poor auld Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
Poor auld Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pub
And then she's in for another little drop
Ah, the heart of the rule is Dicey Reilly
(c) Folkaholics (traditional)
