A hungry feeling came o'er me stealing
And the mice were squealing in my prison cell
And that old triangle
Went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

To begin the morning, the warder bawling
"Get out of bed 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, a lag lay dreaming
The seagulls wheeling high above the wall
While the old triangle
A-wеnt jingle jangle
All along the banks of thе Royal Canal

Oh the day was dying and the wind was sighing
As I lay there crying in my prison cell
And the old triangle
A-went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

Now in the female prison there are seventy women
I wish it was with them that I did dwell
Then the old triangle
Could go jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal