Dirty old Town
 
I met my Girl, by the Gasyard Wall
Dreamed a Dream by the old Canal
I kissed my Girls, by the Factory Door
Dirty old Town - Dirty old Town
 
The Factory Whistle, set the Night on Fire
The Ships are calling out from the Doks
I smelt the Spring, on the smokey Wind
Dirty old Town - Dirty old Town
 
Clouds are drifting, across the Moon
Cats are prawling on their Beets.
There springs a Girl on the Streets at Nights
Dirty old Town - Dirty old Town
 
I'm going to by me, a good sharp Axe,
sharp as steel tempered in the Fire
I'll cut You down like an old dead Tree
Dirty old Town - Dirty old Town
 
I met my Girl, by the Gasyard Wall
Dreamed a Dream by the old Canal
I kissed my Girls, by the Factory Door
Dirty old Town - Dirty old Town
 
Dirty old Town - Dirty old Town