Irish Folk Music - Dirty Old Town | Текст песни

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• Irish Folk Music
• Dirty Old Town

I met my love by the gas yard wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Clouds are drifting across the Moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Springs a girl to the streets at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Heard a siren from the dock
Saw a train set the night on fire
I smelled the spring through the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I'm going to make a big sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
I'll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town...