A hungry feeling, came o'er me stealing
And the mice they were squealing in my prison cell
To begin the morning, the warden bawling
Get up out of bed boy, and clean out your cell
And that auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
On a fine spring evening, the lag lay dreaming
And the seagulls were 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 that auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
Oh the screw was peeping and the lag was sleeping
As he lay weeping for his poor gal
And that auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
In the female prison there are seventy women
And I wish it was with them that I did dwell
And that auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
And that auld triangle, went jingle jangle
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