(Ewan McColl). Found my love by the gaswork croft. 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 dock. Saw a train set the night on fire. Smelled the spring on the sulfured wind. Dirty old town whoa-oh dirty old town. We're goin' to take a good sharp axe. Shining steel tempered in the fire. And we'll chop you down like an old dead tree. Dirty old town dirty old town. Dirty old town whoa-oh dirty old town. And oh we'll chop you down. Oh dirty dirty dirty old town. Dirty old town dirty old town. And oh whoa-oh dirty old town. Chop you down one of these days.