كلمات The Old Triangle

A hungry feeling came o'er me stealing As the mice were squealing in my prison cell Chorus: And the old triangle went jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal To begin the morning a screw was balling Get up you bowsies and clean out your cells Chorus In the female prison there were sixtytwo-thousand and a half women And amongst them I wish I did dwell Chorus I pray to Jesus he'd raise the wages Up from eighty-five pence up to two pound and ten Chorus