The Ould Triangle

Brendan Behan


We sang this song a lot, particularly in the early days,though my favourite version was by Luke Kelly of the Dubliners. Apparently the “Ould Triangle” was sounded when an execution was about to take place. When Ron died, we opened the benefit concert with this song.


A hungry feeling, came o'er me stealing

And the mice they were squealing in my prison cell--



And the ould triangle, went jingle jangle

All along the banks of the Royal Canal.


Now the screw was peeping while the lag was sleeping

And he was dreaming of his gal, Sal,


To begin the morning, the screws were bawling

"Get up you bowsey and clean out your cell!"


Now in the female prison there are seventy-five women

And it's among those women that I’d like to dwell;


Now the wind was rising and the sun declining

While I lay there pining in my prison cell.