Текст песни The Auld Triangle

OULD TRIANGLE (Brendan Behan) Oh a hungry feeling, it came o'er me stealing And the mice were squealing in my Prison cell-- chorus 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, CHORUS And to begin the morning, the warders bawling "Ah, get up you bowsey and clean out your cell!" CHORUS Now in the female prison there are seventeen women And it's among those women I would like to dwell; CHORUS 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"