Irish Drama in Theory and Practice

A hungry feeling, came o’er me stealing

All the mice were squealing in my prison cell

And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle

All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

 

To begin the morning, the screw bawling

Get up ya bowsie and clean up your cell

And the auld triangle went jingle jangle

All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

 

The lags were sleeping, Humpy Gussy was peeping

As I lay there weeping for my gal Sal

And the auld triangle went jingle jangle

All 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 auld 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 auld triangle, went jingle jangle

All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

 

Up in the female prison there are seventy women

And among them I wish I did dwell

Then the auld triangle could go jingle jangle

All along the banks of the Royal Canal.