Marketa Irglova - The Auld Triangle (Traditional) (Live) lyrics

A hungry feeling, came o'er me stealing And the mice were squealing in my prison cell To begin the morning, the warden bawling Get up out of bed boy, 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 lag lay dreaming And the seagulls were squealing 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 lag 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 In the female prison there are seventy women And I wish to God it was with them that I did dwell And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Can*l And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Can*l