Dropkick Murphys

A hungry feeling
Came o'er me stealing
And the mice were squeeling
In my prison cell
To begin the morning
The warden 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