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