The Auld Triangle

G
A hungry feeling
Bm
Came o'er me stealing
        C         Em
And the mice were squeeling
      Am     C
In my prison cell
                 G           Bm
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
      C       Am           D     G
All along the banks of the Royal Canal


G
On a fine spring evening,
Bm
As I lay dreaming,
        C         Em
And the lad was weeping,
      Am     C
For his gal, Sal.
                 G           Bm
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
      C       Am           D     G
All along the banks of the Royal Canal


G
And the wind was sighing,
Bm
As the day was dying,
    C                Em
And the lad still crying .
      Am     C
in his prison cell.
                 G           Bm
And the auld triangle went jingle bloody jangle,
      C       Am           D     G
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

G
In the women's prison,
Bm
There are seventy women.
    C                Em
And it wish it was with them
      Am     C
that I did dwell.
                 G                Bm
And the auld triangle could go jingle bloody jangle,
      C       Am           D     G
All along the banks of the Royal Canal


Ireland has lost her sweet angry voice,
No longer his poems fire desire,
Will ring out in Gaelic,
Or sound through the Main.