Dicey Riley

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 pop
And then she's in for another little drop
Oh, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley

She walks down Fitzgibbon street with an independent air
And then it's down to Summerhill, at her the people stare
She says 'It's nearly half past one
So I'll nip in for another little one.'
Oh, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley.

She owns a little sweetshop at the corner of the street
And every evening after school I go to wash her feet
She leaves me there to mind the shop
While she nips in for another little drop
Oh, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley.

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