Breeze on the Tees

Southeast of the Boro on the A66 Before you reach Redcar and the steelworks and pits Monday to Friday men work on the dock Six 'til two, two 'til ten, and night shifts 'round the clock. Loading the ships with the muck from the earth Keeping machines running for all that they're worth They shiver as they are exposed to the breeze That cuts right through them then shoots back up the Tees Back in the silo all covered in dust And oil and grease and old dirty rust It's sheltered and warm so they'll break a sweat Which'll freeze when they go out for their cigarette Then it sets off on the Tees And travels across the seas And the working man sighs as he takes shelter from the breeze But twenty miles south on the A174 Away from the wind and back off the shore Men work underground to muck out the ore And reep it's rewards in all it's galore They sacrifice days to cut through the rock That's sent to fresh air and then straight to the dock Twenty miles north it travels by rail Through summer, winter, rain, wind and hail Then it sets off on the Tees And travels across the seas And the working man sighs as he takes shelter from the breeze And working class quotes And northern anecdotes Are spoken of the boats along with tales never wrote And the men down the mine Who are cutting all the time At the rock that's so divine to send to the dock on the railway line As it sets off on the Tees And sails across the seas And the working man sighs as he takes shelter from the breeze As he sets sail on the Tees And travels across the seas And the working man sighs as he takes shelter from the breeze From the breeze From the breeze