A hungry feeling
Came o'er me stealing
And the mice were squealing
In my prison cell
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
To begin the morning
The screw was bawling
"Get up ya bowsy And clean out your cell!"
And that auld triangle went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
Now the screw was peeping
As the lag lay sleeping
Dreaming about his girl Sal
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
Up in the female prison
There are seventy five women
And among them now I wish I did dwell
Then that auld triangle could go jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal