Dicey Reilly The Dubliners song lyrics and guitar chords
Ronnie Drew does the singing on this one, A Dublin Street Ballad.
The street names in this song are all around the North Inner City Dublin.
The street names in this song are all around the North Inner City Dublin.
[D]Poor aul Dicey Riley she has[A] taken to the[D] sup,
[A]Poor aul Dicey Riley she will[D] never give it up,
It's off each morning to the hock,and[A] she drops in for another little drp.
Ah the[D]heart of the rowl is Dicey[A7]Rile[D]y.
[2]
She walks along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air,
And then its down by Summerhill and the people stop and stare,
She says it's nearly half past one,It's time I had another little one,
Ah the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley.
[3]
She owns a little sweet shop at the corner of the street,
Every ,
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,
Ah the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley
[A]Poor aul Dicey Riley she will[D] never give it up,
It's off each morning to the hock,and[A] she drops in for another little drp.
Ah the[D]heart of the rowl is Dicey[A7]Rile[D]y.
[2]
She walks along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air,
And then its down by Summerhill and the people stop and stare,
She says it's nearly half past one,It's time I had another little one,
Ah the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley.
[3]
She owns a little sweet shop at the corner of the street,
Every ,
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,
Ah the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley
The story behind Dicey Reilly as told by Ronnie Drew
Many years ago in Dublin, long before credit cards came into
operation. The citizens, if they wanted to buy anything they
had to deal in cash, particularly if they were gentlemen dealing with certain ladies who used to sell things which you couldn't buy in shops, if you know what I mean ?.
Well you couldn't in those days, you probably can now.
At that time the British judges held sway in the courts of Dublin, and they were feeling very put upon 'cause everybody coming in front of them were saying, ''I Refuse To Recognize The Court On The Grounds That This Is A Political Offence''
And eventually they really got a pain in whatever judges get a pain
in because fellas accused of robbing gas meters and
bicycle lamps were trotting out rubbish about, I Refuse To Recognize
The Court On The Grounds That This Is A Political Offense.
Now it has to be remembered that these judges were known to be very
convivial gentlemen which is another name for Piss Artists. After one
weekend the judges returned to Dublin to carry on the business of the court,
and the head judge was going ''Oh God I'm Dying'', but he wasn't actually
saying that he was saying, I shant be able to put up with another week of this
polictal offence business, and he was mad to speed up the whole business of
the court so he could get out and get a cure, a drink for himself.
So this lady was brought in front of him and he said Madam before we commence
proceedence I would like to ask you a question, And what is it your
honour? Madam do you recognise this court ?She said I do your honour,
every bloody one of you she said, her name was Dicey Reilly.
Many years ago in Dublin, long before credit cards came into
operation. The citizens, if they wanted to buy anything they
had to deal in cash, particularly if they were gentlemen dealing with certain ladies who used to sell things which you couldn't buy in shops, if you know what I mean ?.
Well you couldn't in those days, you probably can now.
At that time the British judges held sway in the courts of Dublin, and they were feeling very put upon 'cause everybody coming in front of them were saying, ''I Refuse To Recognize The Court On The Grounds That This Is A Political Offence''
And eventually they really got a pain in whatever judges get a pain
in because fellas accused of robbing gas meters and
bicycle lamps were trotting out rubbish about, I Refuse To Recognize
The Court On The Grounds That This Is A Political Offense.
Now it has to be remembered that these judges were known to be very
convivial gentlemen which is another name for Piss Artists. After one
weekend the judges returned to Dublin to carry on the business of the court,
and the head judge was going ''Oh God I'm Dying'', but he wasn't actually
saying that he was saying, I shant be able to put up with another week of this
polictal offence business, and he was mad to speed up the whole business of
the court so he could get out and get a cure, a drink for himself.
So this lady was brought in front of him and he said Madam before we commence
proceedence I would like to ask you a question, And what is it your
honour? Madam do you recognise this court ?She said I do your honour,
every bloody one of you she said, her name was Dicey Reilly.
