Ewan MacColl
Dirty Old Town
I met my love by the gasworks wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town
I heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Clouds are floating across the moon
Cats are prowling upon their beat
Spring's 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