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 Behanwho 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 feelingCame o'er me stealingAnd the mice were squealingIn my prison cellAnd that old triangleGoes jingle jangleAll along the banksOf the Royal CanalTo begin the morningThe screw was ballingGet out of bedAnd clean up yourselfAnd that old triangleGoes jingle jangleAll along the banksOf the Royal CanalOn a fine spring eveningThe lag lay dreamingThe seagulls wheeling high above the wallAnd that old triangleGoes jingle jangleOh, jingle, jangleAll along the banksOf the Royal CanalThe screw was peepingAnd the lad was sleepingAs he lay there weepin'For his gal's handAnd that old triangleGoes jingle jangleAll along the banksOf the Royal CanalIn the female prisonThere are seventy womenAnd it's only themThat I would like to dwellAnd that old triangleCould go jingle jangleAll along the banksOf the Royal CanalThe day was dyingAnd the wind was sighingAs I lay cryingIn my prison cellAnd that old triangleGoes jingle jangleAll along the banksOf the Royal CanalIn the female prison