DIRTY OLD TOWN

Ewan McColl

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 a drifting across the moon
Cats a prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl in the street at night

I heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
I smelled the spring on the smoky wind

I'm going to make me a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
I will chop you down like an old dead tree