A hungry feeling came o’er me stealing
And the mice they were squealing in my prison cell
And the auld triangle went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
Oh to start the morning, the screw was bawling
“Get up you bowsie and clean up your cell…”
Oh the lags were sleeping, Humpy Gussy was creeping
As I lay there weeping for my girl Sal…
On a fine spring evening, the lag lay dreaming
And the seagulls were wheeling high above the wall…
The day was dying and the wind was sighing
As I lay crying in my prison cell…