The Auld Triangle

Journey of Redemption: The Auld Triangle's Melodic Tale
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Lyrics

A hungry feeling, came o'er me stealing

A feeling of hunger arose within me stealthily

And the mice were squealing in my prison cell

The mice were making noise in my prison cell

And that auld triangle went "jingle, jangle"

The old triangle produced a sound, a clinking or ringing

All along the banks of the Royal Canal

Throughout the area beside the Royal Canal


Oh, to start the morning, the warden bawling

In the morning, the prison warden shouted orders

Get up out of bed, you, and clean out your cell

Ordered inmates to rise and tidy their cells

And that auld triangle went "jingle, jangle"

The old triangle made its clinking or ringing sound again

All along the banks of the Royal Canal

Continuing alongside the Royal Canal


Oh, the screw was peeping and the lag was sleeping

The guard was peering and the prisoner was sleeping

As he lay weeping for his girl, Sal

The prisoner was crying for his girl, Sal

And that auld triangle went "jingle, jangle"

The old triangle produced its distinct sound

All along the banks of the Royal Canal

Continuing along the Royal Canal's banks


On a fine spring evening, the lag lay dreaming

During a pleasant spring evening, the prisoner was dreaming

And the seagulls were wheeling high above the wall

Seagulls were flying high above the prison wall

And that auld triangle went "jingle, jangle"

The old triangle made its familiar clinking or ringing sound

All along the banks of the Royal Canal

Remained present along the Royal Canal


Oh, the wind was sighing and the day was dying

The wind was moaning and the day was ending

As the lag lay crying in his prison cell

The prisoner was crying in his cell

And that auld triangle went "jingle, bloody jangle"

The old triangle produced an intensified sound

All along the banks of the Royal Canal

Continuing along the banks of the Royal Canal


In the women's prison, there are seventy women

In the women's prison, there were seventy inmates

And I wish it was with them that I did dwell

Expressing a desire to be dwelling with them

And that auld triangle can go "jingle jangle"

The old triangle could produce its sound

All along the banks of the Royal Canal

Reiterating its presence along the Royal Canal

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