| Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
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| Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
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| And a time for each morning to the pub
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| And then she’s in for another little drop
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| Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly
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| Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
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| Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
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| And a time for each morning to the pub
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| And then she’s in for another little drop
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| Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly
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| She walks along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air
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| And then it’s down by Summerhill and as the people stare
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| She says it’s nearly half past one
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| And it’s time I had another little one
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| Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly
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| Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
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| Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
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| And a time for each morning to the pub
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| And then she’s in for another little drop
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| Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly
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| Long years ago when men were men and fancied May Oblong
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| Or lovely Becky Cooper or Maggie’s Mary Wong
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| One woman put them all to shame
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| Just one was worthy of the name
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| And the name of that dame was Dicey Reilly
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| Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
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| Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
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| And a time for each morning to the pub
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| And then she’s in for another little drop
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| Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly
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| But time went catching up on her like many pretty girls
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| And after you along the street before you’re out the door
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| Their balance vague, their looks all fade
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| But out of all that great brigade
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| Still the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly
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| Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
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| Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
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| And a time for each morning to the pub
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| And then she’s in for another little drop
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| Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly |