The Ould Triangle - Pogues

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

And he was dreaming of his gal, Sal,



CHORUS



And to begin the morning, the warders bawling

"Ah, get up you bowsey and clean out your cell!"



CHORUS



Now in the female prison there are seventeen women

And it's among those women I would like to dwell;



CHORUS



Now the wind was rising and the sun declining

While I lay there pining in my prison cell.



Featured in Behan's play "The Quare Fella"

TRIANGLE OULD

(Brendan Behan)



Oh, une sensation de faim, ça m'a fait voler

Et les souris criaient dans ma cellule de prison--



choeur



Et le ould tri - an - gle, Il est allé jin - gle jangle

Tout le long des rives du canal royal.



Maintenant, la vis lorgnait pendant que le décalage dormait

Et il rêvait de sa fille, Sal,



CH?UR



Et pour commencer la matinée, les gardiens braillent

"Ah, lève-toi, bowsy et nettoie ta cellule!"



CH?UR



Maintenant, dans la prison pour femmes, il y a dix-sept femmes

Et c'est parmi ces femmes que je voudrais habiter;



CH?UR



Maintenant le vent se levait et le soleil déclinait

Pendant que je gisais là à languir dans ma cellule de prison.



En vedette dans la pièce de Behan "The Quare Fella"