The Old Triangle lyrics by Rapalje. A hungry feeling came o'er me stealing As the mice were squealing in my prison cell Chorus: And the old triangle went...
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A hungry feeling came o'er me stealing
As the mice were squealing in my prison cell
Chorus:
And the old triangle went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
To begin the morning a screw was balling
Get up you bowsies and clean out your cells
Chorus
In the female prison there were sixtytwo-thousand and a half women
And amongst them I wish I did dwell
Chorus
I pray to Jesus he'd raise the wages
Up from eighty-five pence up to two pound and ten
Chorus
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