The Auld Triangle - The John Peel Show, as Pogue Mahone, April 1984, Live

A hungry feelin' 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
 To start the morning, the warden bawling
 Get up out of bed, you, and clean out your cell
 And that auld triangle went "jingle-jangle"
 All along the banks of the Royal Canal
 Oh, the screw was peeping and the lag was sleeping
 As he lay weeping for his girl Sal
 And that auld triangle went "jingle-jangle"
 All along the banks of the Royal Canal
 On a fine spring evening, the lag lay dreaming
 And the seagulls were wheeling high above the wall
 And that auld triangle went "jingle-jangle"
 All along the banks of the Royal Canal
 Oh, the wind was sighing and the day was dying
 As the lag lay cryin' in his prison cell
 And that auld triangle went "jingle-bloody-jangle"
 All along the banks of the Royal Canal
 In the women's prison, there are 70 women
 And I wish it was with them that I did dwell
 Then that auld triangle could go "jingle-jangle"
 All along the banks of the Royal Canal