All the tearaways on Market Street
Have reached their ports of call
While dirty hands with aeresol cans
Draw pictures on the wall

And the ladies of the evening
Are tryin' to catch some sailor's eye
But he's staring at the sidewalk
As he slowly passes by
The two cats in the window
Above the taxi's neon sign

The immigrants they built this town
Of sineue, stone, and steel
From the bridges to the citadel
With blood and long dead dreams

The Fairview down on Windsor Street
Is full of haunted graves
Some who strolled Titanic's decks
Whose lives could not be saved
They were with her when she hit the ice
And slipped beneath the waves

The sun comes up on this harbour town
Where once stood rubbled streets
The air was filled with broken glass
I still recall the screams

The mate he cried abandon ship
There's fire in the hold
Two hundred tons of TNT
That laid the city low
They mourned the dead and dried their tears
Down in this harbour town
Old stories live on through the years
Down in this harbour town