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The Auld Triangle

Dominic Behan / Doiminic Ó Beacháin
Language: English



Act 1:

A hungry feeling came o'er me stealing
And the mice were squealing in my prison cell,
And that old triangle
Went jingle jangle,
Along the banks of the Royal Canal.

To begin the morning
The warder bawling
Get out of bed and clean up your cell,
And that old triangle
Went jingle jangle,
Along the banks of the Royal Canal.

The screw was peeping
And the lag was weeping...
(song breaks off here)

Act 2:

A hungry feeling came o'er me stealing
And the mice were squealing in my prison cell,
And the old triangle
Went jingle jangle,
Along the banks of the Royal Canal.

On a fine spring evening,
The lag lay dreaming
The seagulls wheeling high above the wall,
And the old triangle
Went jingle jangle,
Along the banks of the Royal Canal.

The screw was peeping
The lag was sleeping
While he lay weeping for the girl, Sal...
(song breaks off here)

The wind was rising
And the day declining
As I lay pining in my prison cell
And that old triangle
Went jingle jangle,
Along the banks of the Royal Canal.

In the female prison
There are seventy women...
(song breaks off here)

The day was dying and the wind was sighing,
As I lay crying in my prison cell,
And the old triangle
Went jingle jangle,
Along the banks of the Royal Canal.

Act 3, scene II (end of play):

In the female prison
There are seventy women
I wish it was with them that I did dwell,
Then that old triangle
Could jingle jangle
Along the banks of the Royal Canal.


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