Lyrics:

It’s actually “warder” not “warden”. Listen close – it’s hard to discern with Shane’s accent, but that’s how it’s written in the original by Brendan Behan.
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

Oh, to start the morning, the warder bawling
'Get up out of bed, you, and clean out your cell'
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

Oh, the screw was peeping and the lag was sleeping
As he lay weeping for his girl Sal
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

On a fine spring evening, the lag lay dreaming
And the seagulls were wheeling high above the wall
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

Oh, the wind was sighing and the day was dying
As the lag lay crying in his prison cell
And that auld triangle went jingle-bloody-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

In the women's prison, there are seventy women
And I wish it was with them that I did dwell
Then that auld triangle could go jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal