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The Auld Triangle

Dominic Behan / Doiminic Ó Beacháin
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OriginalVersione di Eric Burdon da "Ultimate Rarities Vol. 2", 70s and...
THE AULD TRIANGLE

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.

THE ROYAL CANAL

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

To begin the morning, the screw bawling
Get up ya bowsie and clean up your cell
And the old triangle went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

The lags were sleeping, Humpy Gussy was peeping
As I lay there weeping for my gal Sal
And the old triangle went jingle jangle
All 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
All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

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

Up in the female prison there are seventy women
And among them I wish I did dwell
Then the old triangle could go jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

All along the banks of the Royal Canal.


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