| A hungry feeling
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| Came o’er me stealing
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| And the mice were squealing
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| 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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| To begin the morning
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| The screw was bawling
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| «Get up ya bowsy 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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| Now the screw was peeping
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| As the lag lay sleeping
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| Dreaming about 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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| Up in the female prison
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| There are seventy five women
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| And among them now I wish I did dwell
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| Then that auld triangle could go jingle jangle
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| All along the banks of the Royal Canal |