Irish Music - Reilly's Daughter / Dicey Riley / Whiskey In The.. lyrics

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As I was sitting by the fire

Talking to old Reilly's daughter

Suddenly a thought came into my head

I'd like to marry old Reilly's daughter

Giddy I Ay, Giddy I Ay, Giddy I Ay

For the one eyed Reilly

Giddy I Ay,

Try it on your own brass drum

O' Reilly played on the big brass drum

Reilly had a mind for murder and sluaghter

Reilly had a great big glittering eye

And he kept that eye on his lovely daughter

Giddy I Ay, Giddy I Ay, Giddy I Ay

For the one eyed Reilly

Giddy I Ay,

Try it on your own brass drum

She walks along 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"

Ah the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley

Ah poor old Dicey Riley she has taken to the sup

Poor old Dicey Riley she will never give it up

For it's off each morning to the hop

And then she's in for another little drop

Ah the heart of that 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

And she nips in for another little drop

Ah the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley

Ah poor old Dicey Riley she has taken to the sup

Poor old Dicey Riley she will never give it up

It's off each morning to the hop

And then she's in for another little drop

Ah the heart of that rowl is Dicey Riley

As I was going over the far flung Kerry mountains

I met with Captain Farrell

And his money he was counting

I first produced my pistol

And then produced my rapier

Saying "Stand and deliver

For you are a bold deceiver"

With me ring dum a doole um dah

Whack fol the daddy o

Whack fol the daddy o

Theres whiskey in the jar

He counted out his money

And it made a pretty penny

I put it in my pocket

And I took it to my Jenny

She sighed and she swore

That she never would betray me

Ah the devil take the women

For they never can be easy

With me ring dum a doole um dah

Whack fol the daddy o

Whack fol the daddy o

Theres whiskey in the jar

Now the ship it sails in half an hour

Across the broad atlantic

My friends are standing on the quay

With grief and sorrow frantic

I'm just about to sail away

On the good ship Dan O'Leary

Ah the anchor's weighed and the gangway's up

I'm leaving Tipperary

Ah goodbye Mick, goodbye Pat

Goodbye Kate and Mary

The anchor's weighed and the gangway's up

I'm leaving Tipperary

And now the stream is blowing off

I have no more to say

I'm bound for New York City boys

Three thousand miles away

Ah goodbye Mick, goodbye Pat

Goodbye Kate and Mary

The anchor's weighed and the gangway's up

I'm leaving Tipperary

And now the stream is blowing off

I have no more to say

I'm bound for New York City boys

Three thousand miles away

I'm bound for New York City boys

Three thousand miles away