University of Glamorgan
Gaelic Football Club

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And that old triangle went jingle jangle,
All along the banks of the Royal canal.

To begin the morning, the screw was calling,
Get up you bowsey and clean your cell.

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

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The screw was peeping, the lag was sleeping,
While he lay weeping for his girl Sal.

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

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

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The day was dying and the wind was sighing,
As I lay crying in my prison cell.

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