00:00Ivor the Engine. There he is on the siding at Landmine, and all around him a cloud of dragons,
00:12and Mrs. Griffith, the secretary of the Welsh Antiquarian Society, dancing for joy at the
00:17sight of them. Dragons! Oh, dragons! How marvellous! Marvellous! The real thing at last! Oh, how wonderful!
00:25You know, Ivor, I expected her to be excited, but not that excited. Oh, Mr. Jones, all my life I have
00:35waited for this moment. All my life I have believed that one day I would catch sight of them. Oh, how
00:41marvellous! Well, if you've seen enough of them, perhaps they could go back into Ivor's firebox.
00:46They'll be getting cold. Come on, dragons, down you come.
00:49Oh, that's really what I wanted to speak to you about, Mrs. Griffith, keeping the dragons
00:57warm. Isn't that right, Ivor? Oh, it blows his own whistle. It speaks. Oh, yes, Ivor speaks,
01:05all right. I did tell you once, if you remember. Oh, yes. I, I apologise. Oh, not your fault.
01:11Everybody was making a fool of me that day. No, we're worried about the dragons and where
01:15they can live that's red hot enough for them. Oh, that can be arranged. Have no fear.
01:20May I speak to them? Oh, certainly. I'll open the fire door.
01:25Boroda? Oh, Boroda. I won't shake hands, if you don't mind. Now, my friends, we have a problem.
01:33The Antiquarian Society will, I'm sure, be proud and happy to arrange a suitably red hot place
01:40for you to live. But it couldn't be quite as secret as you have been in the past. Yes, well,
01:46we appreciate that now, Mrs. Griffith. Oh, good. Well, then leave everything to me. Leave everything
01:52to me. Oh, right-o, Mrs. Griffith. But what shall we do, meanwhile? Oh, go home. Look after the dragons
01:59and wait. Leave everything to me. Go home and wait. I shan't belong. What an extraordinary lady.
02:09Boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, sh-koop, sh-koop, sh-koop, sh-koop, sh-koop, sh-koop, sh-koop, sh-koop, sh-koop, sh-koop.
02:20So they went home and waited. Life went on much as usual at Claniock, but on the hills behind the
02:26town there were machines working, surveyors surveying, and lorries getting stuck. Mr. Hughes, the gas works
02:33was there, and everybody was busy. While all the time, in the red hot middle of the ash heap beside
02:38Ivor's shed, the dragons waited. Mrs Griffith was as good as her word. The great day came.
02:48Ivor pulled a ceremonial train with friends in the carriages and dragons in the firebox
02:53up the loop line to Smoke Hill. There stood the president of the Antiquarian Society to meet them.
03:02He made a fine speech, in Welsh of course, of the glories of ancient Wales, of the legends of the
03:07dragons, long thought to be imaginary myths, now proved as true and standing before them in the
03:12burning flesh. Idris and Olwen, Gaian and Bloodwen. He told them how proud the society was to have
03:19found the means to provide this endowment, so that these fiery spirits, long lost but found again,
03:25should not now perish from the green and lovely land of Wales.
03:31Where are those half-clothed?
03:33Ah, yes.
03:37Oh, now I've forgotten the matches. Oh, Idris, Bach, I'll blow a flame in the top for me,
03:44would you?
03:45Certainly.
03:46Idris blew a flame.
03:49And fire burst out all around him.
03:52One, two...
03:54Oh, land of my birth, may you always be free.
04:02Ah, oh, no, Pahiru, soon ever ender near.
04:10Everybody sang.
04:12High and clear above their voices rang out the voices of the dragons,
04:16singing their gladness from the heart of their own, permanently endowed, gas-fired volcano.
04:21And to die.
04:23And to die.
04:25Whales, whales,
04:30Mother of the tree and song,
04:36On these will sing,
04:40The foe shall ring,
04:44Our warriors shall rise,
04:48Telling all.
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