Dubliners – The Rare Auld Times scritto da admin 21 Gennaio 2016 A hungry feeling Came o’er me stealing And the mice were squeeling In my prison cell To begin the morning The screw bawling “Get up out of bed, boy! And Clean up your cell!” And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal On a fine Spring evening The loike lay dreaming And the sea-gulls squeeling High above the wall Oh! the day was dying And the wind was sighing As I lay there crying In my prison cell And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal Oh! the screw was peeping And the loike was sleeping As he lay there weeping For his poor gal And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal In the female prison There are seventy women And I wish to god it was with them That I did dwell And the auld triangle went jingle-jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal And the auld triangle went jingle-jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal