DIRTY OLD TOWN (Ewan MacColl)

I met my love by the gasworks 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 right across the moon,
Cats are prowling on their beat,
Up springs a girl from the streets at night,
Dirty old town, dirty old town.

I heard a siren from the docks,
Saw a train set the night on fire,
I smelt a stream on the smoky wind,
Dirty old town, dirty old town.

I'm going to make me a big sharp axe,
It's shining steel tempered in the fire,
'Gonna cut you down like an old dead tree,
Dirty old town, dirty old town.