DIRTY OLD TOWN
(Ewan McColl)

I met my love by the gas works croft 
Dreamed a dream by the old canal 
I kissed my girl by the factory wall 
Dirty old town, dirty old town

Clouds are drifting across the moon 
Cats are prowling on their beat 
Springs a girl  in the street at night 
Dirty old town, dirty old town 

Heard a siren from the docks 
Saw a train set the night on fire 
Smelled the spring in the smokey wind 
Dirty old town, dirty old town 

I'm going to make a good sharp axe 
Shining steel tempered in the fire 
I'll chop you down like an old dead tree 
Dirty old town, dirty old town 
Dirty old town, dirty old town