The Auld Triangle

G                 C      G
Word has come from Dublin City
     G                    C
She's lost her sweet angry boy
G                      C                  D
Born with a spirit his flesh could not contain
                Em
Brendan Behan is dead


   G                    C           G
No stranger to life, he lived bright enough
   Em              Am          C
No stranger to the glass in his hand
   G                       F                  D
No stranger to the cause he fought for all his life
                Em
Brendan Behan is dead


C D


  G                  Em
A hungry feeling came over me stealing
          Am        F         Am         C
While the mice were feeding in my prison cell
        G                Em
And the old triangle went jingle jangle
   Am        G            Am    G
All along the banks of the royal canal


     G                     Em
On a fine spring evening as I lay dreaming
        Am      G          Am      C
And the lad was weeping for his gal Sal
        G                 Em
And the old triangle went jingle jangle
    Am       G            Am     G
All along the banks of the royal canal


        G                       Em
And the wind was sighing as the day was dying
        Am        G        Am         C
And the lad still crying in his prison cell
       G                  Em
And the old triangle went jingle bloody jangle
   Am         G           Am     G
All along the banks of the royal canal


       G                       Em
In the women's prison there are seventy women
      Am          G              Am    C
And I wish it was with them that I did dwell
          G                    Em
Then that old triangle could go jingle bloody jangle
    Am        G           Am     G
All along the banks of the royal canal
          G                    Em
Then that old triangle could go jingle bloody jangle
   Am        G            Am    G
All along the banks of the royal canal


G                   C           G
Ireland has lost her sweet angry singer
   G                     C
No longer his poems fine design
    G                      C                 D
Will ring out in Gaelic, or sound through the Main
                Em
Brendan Behan is dead