Dirty Old Town

Ewan MacColl (1946) / the Dubliners; the Pogues

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I	met my love by the gas works wall, Dreamed a	dream by the old ca	nal,

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	Kissed	my	girl by the fact'ry wall, Dirty old	town, dirty old	town.

I heard a siren from the docks, Saw a train set the noght on fire,

Smelled the spring on the smoky wind, Dirty old town,dirty old town.

Clouds are drifting across the moon, Cats are prowling on their beat

Springs a girl from the streets at night, Diriy old town,dirty old town.

I'm going to make me a good sharp axe, Shining steel,tempered in the fire,

I'll chop you down like an old dead tree, Dirty old town,dirty old town

I met my love by the gas works wall, Dreamed a dream by the old canal,

Kissed my girl by the fact'ry wall, Dirty old town, dirty old town...