I... Met... My... Love... I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old can*l I Kissed my girl by the factory wall Dirty old town Dirty old town Now clouds a drifting across the moon Cats a prowling on their beat Spring's a girl in the street at night Dirty old town Dirty old town I heard a siren from the docks Saw a train set the night on fire I smelled the spring on the smoky wind Dirty old town Dirty old town I'm going to make me a good sharp axe Shining steel tempered in the fire Will chop you down like an old dead tree Dirty old town Dirty old town Dirty old town Dirty old town Dirty old town Dirty old town Dirty old town Dirty old town