The Ould Triangle

Oh a hungry feeling, came o'er me stealing,

And the mice were squealing in my prison cell,

And the ould triangle, went jingle jangle,

All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

To begin the morning, the screw was bawling,

Get out of bed and clean out your cell,

And the ould triangle, went jingle jangle,

All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

In the female prison there are seventy women,

I wish that with them I could dwell,

And the ould triangle, went jingle jangle,

All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

The day was dying and the wind was sighing,

As I lay there crying in my prison cell,

And the ould triangle went jingle jangle,

Along the banks of the royal canal,