A hungry feeling Came o'er me stealing And the mice were squealing In my prison cell And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal To begin the morning The screw was bawling "Get up ya bowsy And clean out your cell!" And that auld triangle went jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal Now the screw was peeping As the lag lay sleeping Dreaming about his girl Sal And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal Up in the female prison There are seventy five women And among them now I wish I did dwell Then that auld triangle could go jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal