The Old Triangle - Bert Jansch
Written by：Traditional/Bert Jansch
A hungry feeling
Came o'er me stealing
And 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
A screw was bawling
'Get up you bowsie
And clean up your cell'
And the old triangle
Went jingle jangle
All along the banks
Of the royal canal
On a fine spring evening
The lag was dreaming
And seagulls wheeling
High over the wall
And the old triangle
Went jingle jangle
All along the banks
Of the royal canal
In the female prison
There are seventy five women
And i'ts among them
I wish I did dwell
And the old triangle
Went jingle jangle
All along the banks
Of the royal canal
The day was flying
Came on me stealn'
And the mind there was creatn'
Then my breath inside
And the old triangle
Went jingle jangle
All along the banks
Of the royal canal