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 

Couds 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 on 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 (Ewan McColl)