| lyric | Oh! a hungry feeling, it came oe'r me stealing,
and the mice, they were squealing in my prison cell,
Chorus:
And the oul triangle, it went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal.
To begin the morning, the screw was bawling
'Ah ! get up you bowsey and clean out your cell !'
The screw was peeping while the lag was sleeping
And he was dreaming of his gal, Sal
In the female prison there are seventy women
And it's among those women I would like to dwell,
Now the wind was rising and the sun declining
While Ilay there pining in my prison cell. |