The Old Triangle Brendan Behan A hungry feeling came o'er me stealing And the mice were squealing In my prison cell And the old triangle Went jingle jangle All along the banks Of the Royal Canal To begin the morning The warder's bawling "Get out of bed And clean up your cell" And the old triangle Went jingle jangle All along the banks Of the Royal Canal On a fine spring evening The lag lay dreaming The seagulls wheeling High above the wall And the old triangle Went jingle jangle All along the banks Of the Royal Canal The screw was peeping The lag was sleeping While he lay weeping For his girl Sal And the old triangle Went jingle jangle All along the banks Of the Royal Canal The wind was rising And the day declining As I lay pining In my prison cell And the old triangle Went jingle jangle All along the banks Of the Royal Canal In the female prison There are seventy women I wish it was with them That I did dwell Then the old triangle Could go jingle jangle All along the banks Of the Royal Canal The day was dying And the wind was sighing As I lay crying In my prison cell And the old triangle Went jingle jangle All along the banks Of the Royal Canal All along the banks Of the Royal Canal