Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poor Old Dicey Riley, artist - Orthodox Celts. Album song Orthodox Celts, in the genre Кельтская музыка
Date of issue: 31.05.2001
Record label: Nautilus
Song language: English
Poor Old Dicey Riley |
Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup |
Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up |
And a time for each morning to the pub |
And then she’s in for another little drop |
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly |
Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup |
Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up |
And a time for each morning to the pub |
And then she’s in for another little drop |
Ah, the heart of the rowl 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 rowl is Dicey Reilly |
Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup |
Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up |
And a time for each morning to the pub |
And then she’s in for another little drop |
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly |
Long years ago when men were men and fancied May Oblong |
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 |
Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup |
Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up |
And a time for each morning to the pub |
And then she’s in for another little drop |
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly |
But time went catching up on her like many pretty girls |
And 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 rowl is Dicey Reilly |
Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup |
Oh, poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up |
And a time for each morning to the pub |
And then she’s in for another little drop |
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly |