00:00Ivor the engine. There he is, look, on his way to Grumbly with a flat truck of spuds and another pair of new boots for Mr. Dinwiddie the gold miner.
00:18Morning, Ivor. Morning, Mr. Jones. Morning, Mrs. Porte. That's Mrs. Porte. She's rich as Mrs. Porte. You'd never believe it, but she is so rich she has new hats sent all the way from London.
00:36See that hill over there, Ivor? That's called Smoke Hill. I've never seen any smoke come out of it, though.
00:48Oh, so there is. We must have a look at that.
00:52Oh, look at that.
01:04Oh, look at that. A fire right inside the hill. And there's something in the middle of it.
01:12Jones' steam fetched the tongs and hoisted the thing out of the hole. It was round as a rugby football and red hot.
01:21There, Ivor. Look at that. What you reckon that is?
01:26No, I don't know either. Let's go and show it to Mr. Dinwiddie, shall we?
01:40Hm? Hm? What's it made of? Oh! Oh! Oh! It's hot!
01:43Well, of course it is. It just came out of Smoke Hill.
01:46Hill? Oh yes, Smoke Hill. That's an extinct volcano, that is. Time was, hundreds of years ago, when flames and rocks, all red hot and boiling, flew out of the top of that hill like firework night. I know. I've read books. I am educated.
02:05Well, if you're that educated, Mr. Dinwiddie, tell us what to do with this.
02:08Put it back where you found it. Go straight back now.
02:11Oh yes, it's choir practice. We'll be late if we go back. Do you reckon it'll be all right in Ivo's firebox?
02:18I don't know if it'll be all right, because I don't know what it is.
02:23Oh well, we'll try it and see.
02:24That thing, whatever it was, in Ivo's firebox, was as hot as a hundredweight of best coal, and Ivo steamed like the wind down to grumbly town.
02:44Ah, there you are, Ivo, punctual as ever, I'm glad to say.
02:51Well, ladies and gentlemen, shall we sing page one from the top?
02:57All the times over, he came in and come in town, I was a young lady in a beautiful gown.
03:11With love in her hand and with love in her hair, I swear that I've never seen maiden so fair.
03:25Somebody is still singing.
03:40I wonder if that's it.
03:43Oh, it's broken. It's broken, Mr. Evans.
03:46What is broken, Mr. Jones?
03:49Do you know Land of My Fathers?
03:51There, looking out of Ivo's funnel, was a dragon.
03:58Not one of your lumping great fairy tale dragons, but a small, trim, heraldic Welsh dragon, glowing red-hot and smiling.
04:05Do you know Land of My Fathers?
04:08Oh, yes, of course. Certainly.
04:11Very appropriate, if I may say so.
04:14Come, ladies and gentlemen, Land of My Fathers, if you please.
04:20Oh, Land of My Fathers, may you always be free.
04:29Come, Lord of my Fathers, to men and the need.
