| A hungry feeling came o’er me stealing
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| And the mice were squealing in my prison cell
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| And the old triangle went jingle jangle
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| All along the banks of the Royal Canal
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| To begin the morning a screw was bawling
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| 'Get up you bowsie and clean up your cell'
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| And the old 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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| The seagulls wheeling high over the wall
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| And the old triangle went jingle jangle
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| All along the banks of the Royal Canal
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| The lags were sleeping, Humpy Gussy was creeping
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| As I lay there weeping for my girl Sal
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| And the old triangle went jingle jangle
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| All along the banks of the Royal Canal
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| The wind was rising and the day declining
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| As I lay pining in my prison cell
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| And the old triangle went jingle jangle
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| All along the banks of the Royal Canal
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| In the female prison there are seventy five women
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| 'Tis among them I wish I did dwell
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| And the old triangle went jingle jangle
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| All along the banks of the Royal Canal
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| The day was dying and the wind was sighing
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| As I lay crying in my prison cell
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| And the old triangle went jingle jangle
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| All along the banks of the Royal Canal |