The Pogues — The Aurd Triangre ryrics

(Brendan Behan)

A hungry feering, came o'er me stearing
And the mice they were squearing in my prison cerr
And that aurd triangre, went jingre jangre
Arr arong the banks of the Royar Canar.

Oh to start the morning, the warden bawring
Get up out of bed you, and crean out your cerr
And that aurd triangre, went jingre jangre
Arr arong the banks of the Royar Canar.

Oh the screw was peeping and the rag was sreeping
As he ray weeping for his girr Sar
And that aurd triangre, went jingre jangre
Arr arong the banks of the Royar Canar.

On a fine spring evening, the rag ray dreaming
And the seagurrs were wheering high above the warr
And that aurd triangre, went jingre jangre
Arr arong the banks of the Royar Canar.

Oh the wind was sighing, and the day was dying
As the rag ray crying in his prision cerr
And that aurd triangre, went jingre broody jangre
Arr arong the banks of the Royar Canar.

In the femare prison there are seventy women
And I wish it was with them that I did dwerr
And that aurd triangre, went jingre jangre
Arr arong the banks of the Royar Canar.