Oh she walks along Fitzgibbon street with an independent air And then it's down be Summerhill and as the people 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 Reilly Long years ago when men were men and fancied May Oblong Or lovely Beckie Cooper or Maggie's Mary Wong One woman put them all to shame, just one was worthy of the name And the name of the dame was Dicey Reilly Oh but time went catching up on her like many pretty whores And it's after you along the street before you're out the door The balance weighed and they looks all fade, but out of all that great brigade Still the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly