CHORUS

And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle

All along the banks of the Royal Canal

A hungry feeling, came o'er me stealing

All the mice were squealing in my prison cell

CHORUS

To begin the mornin', the screw was bawling

"Get up ya bowsie! and clean up your cell!"

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The lags were sleeping, as the tom was peeping

As I lay there weeping for my girl Sal

CHORUS

Up in the female prison, there are seventy five women

And among them, I wish I did dwell

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