The Old Triangle

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