Dublin Arms

The Auld Triangle (Brendan Behan)

A hungry feeling, came o'er me stealing
And the mice they were squealing in my prison cell
And that auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

To begin the mornin', the warden was bawlin'
Get up yeh bowsy, and clean up your cell
And that auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

Oh the screw was peeping and the lag was sleeping
As he lay weeping for his girl Sal
And that auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

On a fine spring evening, the lag lay dreaming
And the seagulls were wheeling high above the wall
And that auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

Oh the wind was sighing, and the day was dying
As the lag lay crying in his prision cell
And that auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

I wish to blazes, they'd raise the wages
From fifty shillings to two pounds ten
And that auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

My mother hates me, and me father bates me
They make my life a living hell
And that auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

In the female prison there are one million two hundred thousand three hundred and seventy five women
And I wish it was with them that I did dwell
And that auld triangle, could go jingle bloody jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

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