The Old Triangle

The Old Triangle
( by Brendan Behan )

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 banks of the Royal Canal
To start the morning the srew was bawling get up ye bowsie and clean up your cell
The srew was peeping Skinner Mac was sleeping and he was dreaming of his girl Sal
In the female prison there lie seventy women and it´s in there with them that I´d like to dwell
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.