(Brendan Behan)
A hungry feeling, came o'er me stealing
And the mice they were squealing in my prison cell

And that auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal C!@#^.


Oh to start the morning, the warden 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 C!@#^.

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 C!@#^.


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 C!@#^.


Oh the wind was sighing, and the day was dying
As the lag lay crying in his prision cell
And that auld triangle, went jingle bloody jangle

All along the banks of the Royal C!@#^.

In the female prison there are seventy women

And I wish it was with them that I did dwell
And that auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal C!@#^.