Brendan Behan

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

Chorus (after every verse):
And the old triangle goes jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

To begin the morning the warder's bawling
"Get out of bed and clean up your cell"

On a fine spring evening the lad lay dreaming
With the seagulls beaming high above the wall

The screw was peeping and the lad was sleeping
While he lay weeping for his gal Sal

In the female prison are seventy women
And it's so with them that I would like to dwell

The day was dying and the wind was sighing
As I lay crying in my prison cell