Christy Moore - The Old Triangle
A hungry feeling came o` er me
stealing and the mice
were sqealing in my prison cell
And the auld triangle went jingle jangle
along the banks of the Royal Canal
To start the morning the srew was bawling
get up ye bowsie and clean up your cell
The srew was peeping Skinner Mac was sleeping
and he was dreaming of his girl Sal
In the female prison there lie seventy women
and it´s in there with them that I´d like to dwell
The moon was shining the sun declining
Skinner Mac was pining in his prison cell
And the auld triangle went jingle jangle
along the banks of the Royal Canal.
stealing and the mice
were sqealing in my prison cell
And the auld triangle went jingle jangle
along the banks of the Royal Canal
To start the morning the srew was bawling
get up ye bowsie and clean up your cell
The srew was peeping Skinner Mac was sleeping
and he was dreaming of his girl Sal
In the female prison there lie seventy women
and it´s in there with them that I´d like to dwell
The moon was shining the sun declining
Skinner Mac was pining in his prison cell
And the auld triangle went jingle jangle
along the banks of the Royal Canal.
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