The Ould Triangle
Saturday, October 23rd, 2010
OULD TRIANGLE
(Brendan Behan)
Oh a hungry feeling, it came o’er me stealing
And the mice were squealing in my Prison cell–
chorus
And the ould tri – an – gle, It went jin – gle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Ca – nal.
Now the screw was peeping while the lag was sleeping





























































