Pogues - The Auld Triangle (Dominic Behan) | Текст песни

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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.

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