Growing up in Teesside

Oh,I did like to grow up in old Teesside
The  wind blew in from  Billingham, ICI
I had asthma and bronchitis
The Tees gave me neuritis
Yet Redcar beach will always  give me joy.

I did like to fall off Cliffs in Saltburn
The Langdale pikes near  put me in an urn
I broke my legs and fingers
When I fell right through a window
Yet I’m still here and want to love  and earn

I tried to learn to sail off Whitby
The East wind and the salt var’ nearly  killed me
I  always took  the hard road
Learned euphemistic bar codes
I love the sandy shore and the   wide sea

I once passed an hour and more in Malton
I had a cup of tea and they put salt in
It kills the germs and  vermin
Which therefore will determine
Whether Trump will  always be a toxin