The Old Triangle

The Old Triangle


A hungry feeling came o'er me stealing

As the mice were squealing in my prison cell


And the old triangle went jingle jangle

All along the banks of the Royal Canal

To begin the morning a screw was balling

Get up you bowsies and clean out your cells


In the female prison there were sixtytwo-thousand and a

half women

And amongst them I wish I did dwell


I pray to Jesus he'd raise the wages

Up from eighty-five pence up to two pound and ten


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