Dirty Old Town       ----- The Pogues

I found my love by the gasworks croft,
Dreamed a dream by the old canal,
Kissed my girl by the factory wall,

            Dirty old town, dirty old town.

Heard a siren from the docks,
saw a train set the night on fire,
Smelt the spring in the smoky wind,


Clouds are drifting across the moon,
Cats are prowling on their beat,
Spring's a girl in the street at night,


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,


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