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)