The Ould Triangle lyrics

OULD TRIANGLE
(Brendan Behan)

Oh a hungry feeling, it came o`er me stealing
And the mice were squealing in my Prison cell--

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And the ould tri-an- gle, It went jin -gle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Ca -nal.

Now the screw was peeping while the lag was sleeping
And he was dreaming of his gal, Sal,

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And to begin the morning, the warders bawling
`Ah, get up you bowsey and clean out your cell!`

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Now in the female prison there are seventeen women
And it`s among those women I would like to dwell;

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Now the wind was rising and the sun declining
While I lay there pining in my prison cell.

Featured in Behan`s play `The Quare Fella`