The Old Triangle

Lyrics

A hungry feeling came o'er me stealing And the mice they were squealing in my prison cell Oh, the old triangle goes jingle jangle Along the banks of the Royal Canal To begin the morning the screw was bawling "Get out of bed, clean out your cell" And the old triangle and jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal On a fine spring evening the lag was dreaming And seagulls wheeling high above the wall And the old triangle, it goes jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal Oh, the female prison, it's got seventy women And it's there that I would rather dwell And the old triangle goes jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal And a hungry feeling came o'er me stealing And the mice they were squealing in my prison cell Oh, the old triangle, it goes jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal