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  1. Old Triangle

From the recording Head, Hearts & Tales

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Lyrics

Old Triangle
Brenden and Dominic Behan
Arrangement: Hunt

A hungry feeling came o’er me stealing
And the mice were squealing in my prison cell
And the old triangle it went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

To begin the morning the warden’s bawling
“Get out of bed and clean up your cell!”

On a fine spring evening the lag lay dreamin’
The seagulls squealin’ high above the wall

The screw was peeping, the lag was sleeping
While he lay weeping for his girl Sal

The wind was rising, the day declining
As I lay pining in my prison cell

In the female prison there are seventy women
I wish it was with them that I did dwell

The day was dying, the wind was sighing
As I lay crying in my prison cell