The Auld Triangle

{title: The Auld Triangle}
{subtitle: Traditional}
{key: G}
{comment: From the play The Quare Fellow by Brendan Behan}

{ci: Intro}
[G] [Gmaj7] [G6] [Gmaj7]
[G] [Gmaj7] [G6] [Gmaj7]

{ci: Verse 1}
A [G]hungry [Gmaj7]feeling [G6] [Gmaj7]
Came [G]o'er me [Gmaj7]steal-[G6]in [Gmaj7]
And the [C]mice were [G]squealing in [Am]my prison [D7]cell

{ci: Chorus}
And the [G]auld [G6]triangle [G6] [Gmaj7]
Went [G]jingle [Gmaj7]jangle [G6] [Gmaj7]
All a-[C]long the [G]banks of the [Am]Roy-[D]al [G]Canal [Gmaj7] [G6] [Gmaj7]
[G] [Gmaj7] [G6] [Gmaj7]

{ci: Verse 2}
To begin the morning
The screw was bawling
Ah get up ya bousey and clean out your cell

{ci: Chorus}

{ci: Verse 3}
The lag was creeping
Humpy Gussy lay sleeping
And I lay there weeping for my good girl Sal

{ci: Chorus}
{comment: All along...}

{ci: Verse 4}
Up in the female prison
There are seventy-five women
And among those women I wish I did dwell

{ci: Chorus}
{comment: And that old triangle could go jingle jangle}

{ci: Chorus}