hungry feeling
Came o'er me stealing
All the mice were squealing
In my prison cell

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

To begin the morning
The [bad word] was bawling
"Get up ya bowsie! 
And Clean up your cell!"

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

On a fine Spring evening
The loike lay dreaming
And the sea-gulls squeeling
High above the wall
Oh! the day was dying
And the wind was sighing
As I lay there crying
In my prison cell

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

Oh! the [bad word] was peeping
And the loike was sleeping
As he lay there weeping
For his poor gal

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

Up in the female prison
There are seventy five women
And among them, 
I wish I did dwell

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