The Old Triangle

This time, I'll sing a song

That was partially written anyway by Dublin's most colourful character

The late great Brendan Behan

He wrote it into a, he weaved it into a play anyway

Called The Quare Fellow

Ironically enough, it's about a man's feeling when he's in prison

So we'll do The Old Triangle

A hungry feeling

Came o'er me stealin'

All the mice they were squealing

All in my cell

And the Old Triangle went jingle jangle

All along the banks of the Royal Canal

Early in the mornin'

The screws were bawling

Saying, "Get up you, balsy"

And clean up your cell

And the Old Triangle went jingle jangle

All along the banks of the Royal Canal

All the lang was sleeping

Humpy Gussy was peeping

As I lay there dreaming of my girl Sal

And the Old Triangle went jingle jangle

All along the banks of the Royal Canal

In the female prison

There are 75 women

And I wished among them that I did dwell

And that old triangle could go jingle jangle

All along the banks of the Royal Canal