I'm looking to complete a verse (and possibly be corrected on what I can remember) of a song I recall hearing in the 1970's called "Winson Green Jail".
Here's what I have :

Winson Green Jail

Have you been down to the jailhouse where the warders they wait upon you,
Where they feed you cold bread and water instead of a nice Irish stew.
Instead of a Sunday cooked dinner you'll be counting the bricks in your cell
With a torraliy ooraliy addie, in the place they call Winson Green Jail.

Now they send you down there from the steelhouse when the warders have finished with you,
They shove you in cell-block reception in front of a bloody great screw
And instead of counting your money, you'll be counting the bricks in your cell-
With a torraliy ooraliy addie, in the place they call Winson Green Jail.

** 2 lines missing here ****
                                                      with never, no nothing to do
And instead of hanging round Gas Street you'll be counting the bricks in your cell,
With a torraliy ooraliy addie, in the place they call Winson Green Jail.

Can anyone help, please ?

Chris Muriel (chris.muriel@analog.com), Manchester