Martin L. Gore - The Old Triangle lyrics

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A hungry feeling came o'er me stealing

And the mice were squealing

In my prison cell

And the old triangle

Went jingle jangle

All along the banks

Of the Royal Canal

To begin the morning

The warder's bawling

"Get out of bed

And clean up your cell"

And the old triangle

Went jingle jangle

All along the banks

Of the Royal Canal

On a fine spring evening

The lag lay dreaming

The seagulls wheeling

High above the wall

And the old triangle

Went jingle jangle

All along the banks

Of the Royal Canal

The screw was peeping

The lag was sleeping

While he lay weeping

For his girl Sal

And the old triangle

Went jingle jangle

All along the banks

Of the Royal Canal

The wind was rising

And the day declining

As I lay pining

In my prison cell

And the old triangle

Went jingle jangle

All along the banks

Of the Royal Canal

In the female prison

There are seventy women

I wish it was with them

That I did dwell

Then the old triangle

Could go jingle jangle

All along the banks

Of the Royal Canal

The day was dying

And the wind was sighing

As I lay crying

In my prison cell

And the old triangle

Went jingle jangle

All along the banks

Of the Royal Canal

All along the banks

Of the Royal Canal