Poor old Dicey Riley she has taken to the sup.
Poor old Dicey Riley she will never give it up.
For it’s off each morning to the hock, where she nips 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 the people stop and stare.
She says “It’s nearly half past one. Time I went for another little one.
’Ah the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley.

Poor old Dicey Riley she has taken to the sup. (Clap, clap)
Poor old Dicey Riley she will never give it up (Clap, clap)
For it’s off each morning to the hock, where she goes in for another little drop.
Ah the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley

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
Ah the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley

Poor old Dicey Riley she has taken to the sup. (Clap, clap)
Poor old Dicey Riley she will never give it up (Clap, clap)
For it’s off each morning to the hock, where she goes in for another little drop.
Ah the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley

Poor old Dicey Riley she has taken to the sup. (Clap, clap)
Poor old Dicey Riley she will never give it up (Clap, clap)
For it’s off each morning to the hock, where she goes in for another little drop.
Ah the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley