D A D
Poor old Dicey Riley she has taken to the sup,
A D
Poor old Dicey Riley she will never give it up,
A7
It's off each morning to the hock, and she’ll go in for another little drop.
D A7 D
Ah the heart of the rowel is Dicey Riley.
verse 1:
D A D
She walks along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air,
A D
Pop along by Summerhill and the people stop and stare,
D A7
She says it's nearly half past one, I’ll slip in for another little one,
D A7 D
For the heart of the rowel is Dicey Riley.
D A D
Poor old Dicey Riley she has taken to the sup,
A D
Poor old Dicey Riley she will never give it up,
A7
It's off each morning to the hock, and she’ll go in for another little drop.
D A7 D
Ah the heart of the rowel is Dicey Riley.
verse 2:
D A D
She owns a little sweet shop at the corner of the street,
A D
Every evening after school, I go to wash her feet,
A7
She leaves me there to mind the shop,while she nips in for another little drop
D A7 D
Ah the heart of the rowel is Dicey Riley
D A D
Poor old Dicey Riley she has taken to the sup,
A D
Poor old Dicey Riley she will never give it up,
A7
It's off each morning to the hock, and she drops in for another little drop.
D A7 D
Ah the heart of the rowel is Dicey Riley.