A hungry feeling
Came o'er me stealing
All the mice were squealing
In my prison cell
And the auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Can*l
To begin the morning
The screw was bawling
"Get up ya bowsie!
And Clean up your cell!"
And the auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Can*l
On a fine Spring evening
The loike lay dreaming
And the sea-gulls squeeling
High above the wall
Oh! the day was dying
And the wind was sighing
As I lay there crying
In my prison cell
And the auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Can*l
Oh! the screw was peeping
And the loike was sleeping
As he lay there weeping
For his poor gal
And the auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Can*l
Up in the female prison
There are seventy five women
And among them,
I wish I did dwell
And the auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Can*l
All along the banks of the Royal Can*l