The Old Triangle
The Old Triangle | |
Brendan Behan
| A hungry feeling came oer me steeling, And the mice were squealing in my prison cell. Refrain: And that old triangle went jingle jangle, All along the banks of the Royal canal.
2. To begin the morning, the screw was calling,
3. On a fine spring evening, the lag lay dreaming, | 4. The screw was peeping, the lag was sleeping, While he lay weeping for his girl Sal. Refrain:
5. The wind was rising and the day declining,
6. In the female prison there are seventy-five women,
7. The day was dying and the wind was sighing, |
