Chorus:
Oh 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
And she drops in for another little drop
Oh the heart of the rowl has Dicey Riley.

She walks along Fitzgibbon Street with and Independent air
Up and by the Summerhill and the people stop and 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 Riley

Long years ago when men were men
And fancied female love
And lovely Becky Cooper and Maggie's merry one
One woman put them all to shame
Just one was worthy of the name
And the name of the dame was Dicey Riley

But time is catching up with her like many a pretty whore
And it's out with you along the street before you're out the door
Their looks all fade in the bottom trade but out of that whole brigade
The heart of the rowl has Dicey Riley