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A hungry feeling came o′er me stealing
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And the mice were squealing in my prison cell
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To begin the morning, the water boiling
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Get up out of bed, boy, and clean up your cell
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And the auld triangle went jingle jangle
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All along the banks of the Royal Canal
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On a fine spring evening, a lag lay dreaming
Y el triangulo auldico vino jingle-jangle
And the seagulls squealing high above the wall
Por todos los bancos del canal Real
For the day was dying, and the wind was sighing
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As I lay there crying in my prison cell
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And the auld triangle went jingle jangle
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All along the banks of the Royal Canal
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The old stew was peeping and the lag was sleeping
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As he lay there weeping for his poor gal
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And the auld triangle went jingle jangle
Y el triangulo auldico vino jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
Por todos los bancos del canal Real
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In the Feenhell Prison, there are seventy women
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And I wish to God it was with them that I did dwell
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And the auld triangle went jingle jangle
Y el triangulo auldico vino jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
Por todos los bancos del canal Real
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And the auld triangle went jingle jangle
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Y el triangulo auldico vino jingle-jangle
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Por todos los bancos del canal Real
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Y el triangulo auldico vino jingle-jangle
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