Oh, poor old Dicey Riley she has taken to the sup.
And poor old Dicey Riley she will never give it up.
It's off each morning to the pub
Where she goes in for another little drop
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley

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
It's time I went for another little one.'
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley.

At two, pubs close and out she goes as happy as a lark
She'll find a bench to sleep it off down in St. Patrick's Park
She'll wake at five feeling in the pink
And say, "Tis time for another little drink
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley