|The Ould Triangle|
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
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
Now in the female prison there are seventy-five
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.