The Old Triangle

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And the old triangle went jingle-jangle
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All along the banks of the Royal Canal.


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Well, a hungry feelin' came o'er me stealin'
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And the mice were squealin' in my prison cell

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It was in the morning the screw came bawling 
Said, "Get up you bowzies and clean up your cell."

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On a fine spring evenin' as I lay dreamin'
And the seagulls squealin' above the walls.

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In the female prison there's seventy-five women
And amongst them all I wish I did dwell.

Then the old triangle, it could go jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

Well, a hungry feelin' came o'er me stealin'
And the mice were squealin' in my prison cell

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