Dirty Old Town

I found my love by the gasworks croft

Dreamed a dream by the old canal

Kissed my girl by the factory wall

Dirty old town, dirty old town

Heard a siren from the docks

Saw a train set the night on fire

Smelled the spring on the smoky wind

Dirty old town, dirty old town

Clouds a-drifting across the moon

Cats a-prowling on their beat

Springs a girl in the streets at night

Dirty old town, dirty old town

I’m going to make a good sharp axe

Shining steel tempered in the fire

We’ll chop you down like an old dead tree

Dirty old town, dirty old town