The Old Triangle

A hungry feeling
Came o’er me stealing
All the mice were squealing
In my prison cell
And the auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
To begin the morning
The screw was bawling
«Get up ya bowsie!
And Clean up your cell!»
And the auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
On a fine Spring evening
The loike lay dreaming
And the sea-gulls squeeling
High above the wall
Oh! the day was dying
And the wind was sighing
As I lay there crying
In my prison cell
And the auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
Oh! the screw was peeping
And the loike was sleeping
As he lay there weeping
For his poor gal
And the auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
Up in the female prison
There are seventy five women
And among them
I wish I did dwell
And the auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
All along the banks of the Royal Canal