The Old Triangle

A hungry feeling came o'er me stealing
As the mice were squealing in my prison cell

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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

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In the female prison there were sixtytwo-thousand and a half women
And amongst them I wish I did dwell

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I pray to Jesus he'd raise the wages
Up from eighty-five pence up to two pound and ten

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