I
met my love by the gas works wall
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 from the streets below
Dirty old town, dirty old town
I
heard a siren from the docks
Saw
a train set the night on fire
I
felt the spring in the falling rain
Dirty old town, dirty old town
I'm
going to make me 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
Ewan McColl