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A hungry feeling
Came o'er me stealing
And the mice were squeeling
In my prison cell
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the royal canal

Oh! to start the morning
The warden bawling
"get up out of bed, you! and clean out your cell!"
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the royal canal

Oh! the screw was peeping
And the loike 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 loike lay dreaming
And the sea-gulls 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 loike lay crying
In his prison cell
And that auld 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 auld triangle could go jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the royal canal
A hungry feeling   Came o'er me stealing   And the mice were squeeling   In my prison cell   And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle   All along the banks of the royal canal      Oh! to start the morning   The warden bawling   "get up out of bed, you! and clean out your cell!"   And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle   All along the banks of the royal canal      Oh! the screw was peeping   And the loike 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 loike lay dreaming   And the sea-gulls 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 loike lay crying   In his prison cell   And that auld 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 auld triangle could go jingle-jangle   All along the banks of the royal canal