OULD TRIANGLE

(Brendan Behan)



Oh a hungry feeling, it came o'er me stealing

And the mice were squealing in my Prison cell--



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And the ould tri - an - gle, It went jin - gle jangle

All along the banks of the Royal Ca - nal.



Now the screw was peeping while the lag was sleeping

And he was dreaming of his gal, Sal,



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And to begin the morning, the warders bawling

"Ah, get up you bowsey and clean out your cell!"



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Now in the female prison there are seventeen women

And it's among those women I would like to dwell;



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Now the wind was rising and the sun declining

While I lay there pining in my prison cell.



Featured in Behan's play "The Quare Fella"