A [D] hungry feeling came o'er me stealing.
And the [G] mice were [Bm] squealing, in my [Em] prison [G] cell

(Chorus:
And the [D] old triangle went jingle jangle.
All [G] along the [Bm] banks of the [A7] Royal Ca- [D] nal)

To begin the morning the warder's bawling,
"Get out of bed, and clean up your cell"

Chorus

On a fine spring evening the lag lay dreaming,
the seagulls wheeling high above the wall

Chorus

The screw was peeping. The lag was sleeping
while he lay weeping for his girl Sal

Chorus

The wind was rising, and the day declining
as I lay pining in my prison cell

Chorus

In the female prison there are seventy women.
I wish it was with them that I did dwell

Chorus
The day was dying and the wind was sighing
as I lay crying in my prison cell

Chorus

Most of us know this from the Pogues version, but Luke Kelly does a haunting acapella version in Brendan Behan's short documentary film Dublin. It's about being locked away in the Mountjoy Jail near the Royal Canal in Dublin.