(Words & music Ewan MacColl)
I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal I kissed a 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 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 Will chop you down like an old dead tree Dirty old town, dirty old town