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