| A hungry feeling, came o’er me stealing
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| And the mice they were squealing in my prison cell
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| And that auld triangle, went jingle jangle
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| All along the banks of the Royal Canal
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| Oh to start the morning, the warden bawling
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| Get up out of bed you, and clean out your cell
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| And that auld triangle, went jingle jangle
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| All along the banks of the Royal Canal
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| Oh the screw was peeping and the lag was sleeping
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| As he lay weeping for his girl Sal
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| And that auld triangle, went jingle jangle
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| All along the banks of the Royal Canal
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| On a fine spring evening, the lag lay dreaming
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| And the seagulls were wheeling high above the wall
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| And that auld triangle, went jingle jangle
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| All along the banks of the Royal Canal
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| Oh the wind was sighing, and the day was dying
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| As the lag lay crying in his prision cell
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| And that auld triangle, went jingle bloody jangle
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| All along the banks of the Royal Canal
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| In the female prison there are seventy women
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| And I wish it was with them that I did dwell
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| And that auld triangle, went jingle jangle
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| All along the banks of the Royal Canal |