By Dick Shannon

A hungry feeling
Came o’er me stealing
And the mice were squealing
In my prison cell

And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

Oh! To start the morning
The warden bawling
“Get up out of bed, you!
And clean out your cell!”

Oh! the screw was peeping
And the like was sleeping
As he lay weeping
For his girl Sal

On a fine spring evening
The like lay dreaming
And the sea-gulls were wheeling
High above the wall

Oh! the wind was sighing
And the day was dying
As the like lay crying
In his prison cell

In the women’s prison
There are seventy-five women
And I wish it was with them
That I did dwell