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Dominic Behan |
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Oh poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup |
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Oh poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up |
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For it's off each morning to the pop |
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And then she's in for another little drop |
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For the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly |
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Oh she walks along Fitzgibbon street with an independent air |
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And then it's down be Summerhill and as the people stare |
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She says it's nearly half past one, and it's time I had another little one |
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Ah the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly |
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Long years ago when men were men and fancied May Oblong |
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Or lovely Beckie Cooper or Maggie's Mary Wong |
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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 the dame was Dicey Reilly |
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Oh but time went catching up on her like many pretty whores |
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And it's after you along the street before you're out the door |
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The balance weighed and they looks all fade, but out of all that great brigade |
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Still the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly |
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