Dirty Old Town
The Pogues
3:46A 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