Misc Unsigned Bands - Auld triangle - doug anthony all stars

^GWord has come from^C Dublin^G City She's^G lost her sweet angry^C boy ^GBorn with a spirit his ^Cflesh could not con^Dtain Brendan Behan is^Em dead

No ^Gstranger to life, he ^Clived bright^G enough No ^Emstranger to the ^Amglass in his^C hand No ^Gstranger to the cause he^F fought for all his^D life Brendan Behan is^Em dead

A ^Ghungry feeling came^Em over me stealing While the ^Ammice were ^Ffeeding in^Am my prison ^Ccell And the ^Gold triangle went^Em jingle jangle All^Am along the^G banks of the^Am royal^G canal

On a ^Gfine spring evening as^Em I lay dreaming And the ^Amlad was ^Gweeping for^Am his gal^C Sal And the ^Gold triangle went ^Emjingle jangle All ^Amalong the^G banks of the^Am royal ^Gcanal

And the ^Gwind was sighing as the ^Emday was dying And the ^Amlad still ^Gcrying in^Am his prison^C cell And the^G old triangle went ^Emjingle bloody jangle All^Am along the ^Gbanks of the^Am royal ^Gcanal

In the ^Gwomen's prison there are^Em seventy women And I ^Amwish it was ^Gwith them that ^AmI did ^Cdwell Then that ^Gold triangle could go^Em jingle bloody jangle All ^Amalong the ^Gbanks of the^Am royal ^Gcanal Then that ^Gold triangle could go^Em jingle bloody jangle All^Am along the^G banks of the^Am royal^G canal

^GIreland has lost her^C sweet angry^G singer No ^Glonger his poems fine ^Cdesign Will^G ring out in Gaelic, or^C sound through the^D Main Brendan Behan is^Em dead