The auld triangle
The pogues
OULD TRIANGLE
(Brendan Behan)
(Brendan Behan)
Oh a hungry feeling, it came o'er me stealing
And the mice were squealing in my Prison cell--
chorus
And the ould tri - an - gle, It went jin - gle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Ca - nal.
Now the screw was peeping while the lag was sleeping
And he was dreaming of his gal, Sal,
CHORUS
And to begin the morning, the warders bawling
"Ah, get up you bowsey and clean out your cell!"
CHORUS
Now in the female prison there are seventeen women
And it's among those women I would like to dwell
CHORUS
Now the wind was rising and the sun declining
While I lay there pining in my prison cell.
Featured in Behan's play "The Quare Fella"
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