A farm, Wind swept marshland, River Tees, Teeming with wild fowl.
Visionary Quakers, Coal port foresaw, Ore from Cleveland Hills An Ironopolis grows.
Infant Hercules Coughed his first breath. Master of such power and valor Famed throughout the world.
At his prime, Lulled by false promises Stabbed in the back By the Iron Lady.
She trampled His body In high heels, Proclaiming Middlesbrough of iron and steel is no more!
Middlesbrough shall never be a ghost town, The founding father's motto remembered, Erimus! - We shall be! Still glints in the eyes of the workers, Like on the polished surface Of the steel river As it winds its way to the sea.
