Lyrics:
A hungry feeling, came o'er me stealingAnd the mice were squealing in my prison cellTo begin the morning, the warden bawlingGet up out of bed boy, and clean up your cellAnd the auld triangle, went jingle jangleAll along the banks of the Royal CanalOn a fine spring evening, the lag lay dreamingAnd the seagulls were squealing high above the wallOh the day was dying and the wind was sighingAs I lay there crying in my prison cellAnd the auld triangle, went jingle jangleAll along the banks of the Royal CanalOh the screw was peeping and the lag was sleepingAs he lay there weeping for his poor galAnd the auld triangle, went jingle jangleAll along the banks of the Royal CanalIn the female prison there are seventy womenAnd I wish to God it was with them that I did dwellAnd the auld triangle, went jingle jangleAll along the banks of the Royal CanalAnd the auld triangle, went jingle jangleAll along the banks of the Royal Canal