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Dicey O'Reilly
It was once
said to me, and has
been voiced by
many - that the only
difference between the
Scots and the Irish
is that the Scots stopped
fighting.

My response to my Irish
friends is that we
stopped fighting for
good reason.
After putting OUR king
on THEIR throne, WE
thought WE had won !

Sadly the Scots have now
spent four centuries
wondering what
happened ??

Perhaps NOW is the
time to peacefully right
the wrongs of
the past.
In the words
of Burns, as he
wrote from the heart.

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victorie.

Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's power,
Chains and slaverie.

Wha would be a traitor-knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a Slave?
Let him turn and flie:

Wha for Scotland's king and law,
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Free-man stand, or free-man fa',
Let him follow me.

By Oppression's woes and pains!
By your Sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!

Lay the proud Usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!
Let us Do - or Die!!!

Choose your destiny.

Oh poor old Dicey Reilly, she has taken to the sup
And poor old Dicey Reilly, she will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pop that she goes in
for another little drop
But the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

She will walk along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent
air
And then it's down by Summerhill, and as the people stare
She'll say, "It's nearly half past one"
Time I went in for another little one
But the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

Now at two, pubs close and out she goes as happy as a
lark
She'll find a bench to sleep it off at St. Patrick's Park
She'll wake at five  feeling in the pink
And say, "Tis time for another drink"
But the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly


Now she'll travel far to a dockside bar to have another
round
And after one or two or three she doesn't feel quite so
sound
After four she's a bit unstable
After five underneath the table
But the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

Oh, they carry her home at twelve o'clock as they do
every night
Bring her inside, put her on the bed and then turn out the
light
Next morning she'll get out of bed
And look for a cure for her head
But the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly