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