Poor old Dicey Riley, she has taken to the sup
Poor old Dicey Riley, she will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pub
She nips in for another little drop
For the heart of the ... is Dicey Riley
She walks along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air
And down the long way Summerhill and half the people stare
She says it's nearly half past one
I slipped in for another little one
For the heart of the ... is Dicey Riley
Poor old Dicey Riley, she has taken to the sup
Poor old Dicey Riley, she will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pub
She nips in for another little drop
For the heart of the ... is Dicey Riley
At two pubs close and out she goes happy as a lark
She'll find a bench to sleep it off down in St. Patrick's Park
She wakes at five feelin' in the pink
Says I think it's time for another little drink
For the heart of the ... is Dicey Riley
Poor old Dicey Riley, she has taken to the sup
Poor old Dicey Riley, she will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pub
She nips in for another little drop
For the heart of the ... is Dicey Riley
She'll travel far to a dockside bar to have another round
And after one or two or three she doesn't feel quite sound
After four she's a bit unstable
After five, underneath the table
For the heart of the ... is Dicey Riley
Poor old Dicey Riley, she has taken to the sup
Poor old Dicey Riley, she will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pub
She nips in for another little drop
For the heart of the ... is Dicey Riley
We take her home at twelve o'clock as we do most every night
And in the door and up the stairs, then turn out the light
She wakes next morning in the bed
Looks for a cure for her head
For the heart of the ... is Dicey Riley
Poor old Dicey Riley, she has taken to the sup
Poor old Dicey Riley, she will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pub
She nips in for another little drop
For the heart of the ... is Dicey Riley