Вершы: Dropkick Murphys. The Auld Triangle.

A hungry feeling, came o'er me stealing
And the mice they were squealing in my prison cell

To begin the morning, the warden bawling
Get up out of bed boy, and clean out your cell

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 squeeling high above the wall

Oh the day was dying and the wind was sighing
As the lag lay crying in his prison 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 poor gal

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

In the female prison there are seventy women
And I wish it was with them that I did dwell

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

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