This is a song that we heard from a couple of friends of ours in Canada.
They brought it back from England where they learned it.
It's called the Royal Canal.
And I searched around and finally found it.
It's sung by Ewan McCall and he said that he got it from Brennan Behan
who would only say where he learned it.
He said, I learned it in Mount Joy.
And when asked what he was doing there, he said about eight years.
For shooting a constable.
But thank God he was no countryman of mine.
So as you see, this is an IRA tune.
And of fairly recent origin, the Royal Canal.
A hungry feeling
Came o'er me stealing
And the mice were squealing
In my prison cell
And that old triangle
Goes jingle jangle
All along the banks
Of the Royal Canal
To begin the morning
The screw was balling
Get out of bed
And clean up yourself
And that old triangle
Goes jingle jangle
All along the banks
Of the Royal Canal
On a fine spring evening
The lag lay dreaming
The seagulls wheeling high above the wall
And that old triangle
Goes jingle jangle
Oh, jingle, jangle
All along the banks
Of the Royal Canal
The screw was peeping
And the lad was sleeping
As he lay there weepin'
For his gal's hand
And that old triangle
Goes jingle jangle
All along the banks
Of the Royal Canal
In the female prison
There are seventy women
And it's only them
That I would like to dwell
And that old triangle
Could go jingle jangle
All along the banks
Of the Royal Canal
The day was dying
And the wind was sighing
As I lay crying
In my prison cell
And that old triangle
Goes jingle jangle
All along the banks
Of the Royal Canal
In the female prison