G
A hungry feeling
Bm
Came o'er me stealing
CEm
And the mice were squeeling
AmC
In my prison cell
GBm
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
CAmDG
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
G
On a fine spring evening,
Bm
As I lay dreaming,
CEm
And the lad was weeping,
AmC
For his gal, Sal.
GBm
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
CAmDG
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
G
And the wind was sighing,
Bm
As the day was dying,
CEm
And the lad still crying .
AmC
in his prison cell.
GBm
And the auld triangle went jingle bloody jangle,
CAmDG
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
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G
In the women's prison,
Bm
There are seventy women.
CEm
And it wish it was with them
AmC
that I did dwell.
GBm
And the auld triangle could go jingle bloody jangle,
CAmDG
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
Ireland has lost her sweet angry voice,
No longer his poems fire desire,
Will ring out in Gaelic,
Or sound through the Main.