A hungry feeling came o' er me stealing And the mice were sqealing in my prison cell And the auld triangle went jingle jangle along the
To start the morning the screw was bawling get up ye Bowsie and clean up your cell
And the auld triangle went jingle jangle along the
The screw was peeping Skinner Mac was sleeping and he Was dreaming of his girl Sal
And the auld triangle went jingle jangle along the
The moon was shining the sun declining Skinner Mac was Pining in his prison cell And the auld triangle went jingle jangle along the Banks of the Royal Canal.
In the female prison there lie seventy women and itÒ‘s In there with them that IÒ‘d like to dwell
And the auld triangle went jingle-jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal And the auld triangle went jingle-jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal