The ould Triangle
 
 
A hungry Feeling
came o´er me stealing
And the Mice were squealing
in my Prison Cell
And that ould Triangle
went jingle, jangle
All along the Banks
of the Royal Canal
 
To begin the Morning
the Warden´s bawling:
"Get out of Bed
an clean up your Cell"
And that ould Triangle
went jingle, jangle
Along the Banks
of the Royal Canal
 
On a fine Spring Evening
the Lag lay dreaming,
the Seagulls wheeling
high above the Wall
And the ould Triangle
went jingle, jangle
Along the Banks
of the Royal Canal
 
The Screw was peeping,
the Lag was sleeping
while he lay weeping
for his Girl Sal,
And the ould Triangle
went jingle, jangle
Along the Banks
of the Royal Canal
 
The Wind was rising
an the Day declining,
as I lay pining
in my Prison Cell
And the ould Triangle
went jingle, jangle
Along the Banks
of the Royal Canal
 
In the female Prison
there are seventy Women
I wish it was
with them I did dwell,
Then that ould Triangle
could jingle, jangle
Along the Banks
of the Royal Canal
 
The Day was dying
and the Wind was sighing
as I lay crying
in my Prison Cell
And the ould Triangle
went jingle, jangle
Along the Banks
of the Royal Canal