The Old Triangle

The Old Triangle

(traditional)

A hungry feeling came o'er me stealing

As the mice were squealing in my prison cell

Chorus:

And the old triangle went jingle jangle

All along the banks of the Royal Canal

To begin the morning a screw was balling

Get up you bowsies and clean out your cells

Chorus

In the female prison there were sixtytwo-thousand and a

half women

And amongst them I wish I did dwell

Chorus

I pray to Jesus he'd raise the wages

Up from eighty-five pence up to two pound and ten

Chorus