Toot-toot Steam train Ivor the engine blow his steam whistle, morning Ivor the engine, morning Mr. Jones said Mrs. Potty cutting her hedge row with her garden shears, good morning called back Jones the steam.
That's Mrs. Potty she's rich is Mrs. Potty, you'd never believe it that she's so rich she has new hats sent all the way from London town.
See that hill over there Steam train Ivor the engine that's called smock hill top, I've never seen any smock come out of it though!
O so there is we much have a look at that, Jones the steam, climbed up the side of the smocking hill and opened its lid.
O I'll take a look at that thing, there was a fire right inside the hill and there's some thing in the middle of it!
Jones the steam went back the Ivor the engine to fetch the iron tongs and hoisted the thing out of the hole.
It was as round as a Rugby football and red hot, hay Ivor the green engine look at that, what do you reckon that is?
Ivor the engine peep some steam from his funnel, no I don't know either, let's go and show it to gold miner Mr. Ding.
What is the red ball made of ask Ding, o it hot he shouted.
Certainly it is it just came out of smoky mountain hill.
Smoky hill top o yes smoky hill is an extinct volcano that is! Time was hundreds of years ago when flames and rocks all red hot and boiling flew out the top of that like firework night.
I know I've read books I'm educated, well if your that educated Mr. Ding tell us what to do with this.
Put it back were you found it, go strait back now. Steam train Ivor the engine peeped and tooted o yes it choir practice said Jones the steam.
We'll be late if we go back, do you imagine it will be all right in Ivor engine firebox.
I don't know if it will be all right because I don't know what it is o well we will try it and see, they place the hot red egg shape in Ivor's fire and setoff.
That thing what ever it was in Ivor firebox was as hot as a hundredweight of best coal and Ivor the train engine steamed like the wind on the Welsh railway down to Grumbley town.
Are there you are Ivor the train engine, punctual as ever I'm glad to say. Well ladies and gentlemen shall we sing!
Page one from the top, the singing group practice started with the green engine Ivor singing along too.
Hold on a mint said the choral group conductor tapping his stick, but there was sill some one singing, the sound saw coming from inside Ivor the train fire box.
I wonder if that's it said steam train driver Jones as he opened the boiler door.
O it's broken Mr. Evans what is broken Mr. Jones?
Do you know land of my farther said Idris a small red dragon looking out of Ivor's chimney funnel smokestack?
It was knot one of your lumping great fairy-tale dragons but a small trim heraldic welsh dragon glowing red hot and smiling.
Do you know land of my farther said the Idris Welsh red dragon once more!
O yes of course certainly ever appropriate if I may say so Mr. Evans called.
Come ladies and gentlemen land of my farther if you please and they all started to sing.
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