A hungry feeling, came o'er me stealing And the mice were squealing in my prison cell And the old triangle, went jingle jangle Along the banks of the Royal Canal.
To begin the morning, the warder bawling Get out of bed and clean up your cell And that old triangle went jingle jangle Along the banks of the Royal Canal.
The screw was peeping, the lag was sleeping While he lay there weeping for the girl Sal And the old 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 that old triangle went 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 that old 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 that I did dwell Then that old triangle could jingle jangle Along the banks of the Royal Canal.