The Gaol Song The Dubliners

"Step up, young man, I know your face
It's nothing in your favour
A little time I'll give to you:
Six months unto hard labour."

To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
To me Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!

At six o'clock the turnkey comes in
With a bunch of keys all in his hand
"Come, come, me lads, step up in time
The wheel to turn and the corn to grind."

To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
To me Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!

At eight o'clock our skilly comes in
Sometimes thick and sometimes thin
But the devil a word we dare not say
Or it's bread and water all next day

To me Hip! fol thе day, Hip! fol the day
To me Hip! fol the day, fol thе digee, oh!

At half past eight the jangle rings
Into the church, boys, we must swing
"Down on our bended knees to fall
The Lord have mercy on us all."