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The Old Triangle (Trad.)

A hungry feeling
Came o'er me stealing
While the mice were feeding
In my prison cell

And the old triangle
Went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

On a fine spring evening
As I lay dreaming
And the lag was weeping
For his gal, Sal

And the old triangle
Went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

And the wind was sighing
As the day was dying
And the lag still crying
In his prison cell

And the old triangle
Went jingle bloody jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

In the women's prison
There are seventy women
And I wish it was with them
That I did dwell

Then that old triangle
Could go jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal