The Old Triangle

A hungry feeling came o’er me stealing
As 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 balling
Get up you bowsies and clean out your cells
In the female prison there were sixtytwo-thousand and a half women
And amongst them I wish I did dwell
I pray to Jesus he’d raise the wages
Up from eighty-five pence up to two pound and ten