The Old Triangle - The Dubliners

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