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Dicey Reilly
Traditional.
notes: "The heart of the Rowl" is the salt of the earth.
Dicey Reilly

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All them years ago when men were men and fancied May O’Blong
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Or lovely Becky Cooper or Maggy’s merry one
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One woman put them all to shame, just one was worthy of the name
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And the name of that dame was Dicey Reilly

Chorus:
Poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
Poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
It’s off each morning to the hoc
And then she’s in for another little drop
And the heart o’ the Rowl is Dicey Reilly

She walks along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air
Then it’s down by Summerhill, and as the people stare
She’ll say: ‘tis nearly half-past one and its time I was in for another little one
And the heart o’ the Rowl is Dicey Reilly

At two, pub’s closed and off she goes as happy as a lark
She’ll find a bench to sleep it off down at St. Patrick’s park
She’ll wake at five feelin’ in the pink and say: ‘Tis time for another little drink
And the heart o’ the Rowl is Dicey Reilly

She’ll travel far to a dockside bar to have another round
After one or two or three, she doesn’t feel quite sound
After four she’s a bit unstable, after five, underneath the table
And the heart o’ the Rowl is Dicey Reilly

They carry her home at twelve o’ clock, as they do every night
Carry her inside, put her on the bed and then turn out the light
Next morning she’ll get out of bed and look for a cure-all for her head
And the heart o’ the Rowl is Dicey Reilly

But time went catching up with her like many pretty whores
And it’s after you along the street before you’re out the doors
But the measure weighed and the balance paid, out of all that great brigade
The heart o’ the Rowl is Dicey Reilly