Oh poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup.
Oh poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up.
For it`s off each morning to the pop,
And then she`s in for another little drop,
For the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly.

Oh she walks along Fitzgibbon street with an independent air,
And then it`s down be 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 rowl is Dicey Reilly

Long years ago when men were men and fancied May Oblong
Or lovely Beckie Cooper or Maggie`s Mary Wong,
One woman put them all to shame, just one was worthy of the name,
And the name of the dame was Dicey Reilly

Oh but time went catching up on her like many pretty whores,
And it`s after you along the street before you`re out the door,
The balance weighed and they looks all fade, but out of all that great brigade,
Still the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly