Mind your head, the ice comes low. There you go. Boots and all. Well, look at you, all done in black, studs at the collar, chain at the hip. Let's have the jacket. I'll hang it up right here, nice and close to the fire. Keep it warm for you. "Heavy," you told 'em. "Heavy as hell." Traitors! Leave it in the fire. Heat it till it tells on you. I have a hammer. I have time. Here. Look. It's going. Black's running off the sleeve like sweat, grey at the elbow, grey down the back. Leave it. Let it run. Forty years you wore that colour. Took me a minute and a half. "Loud," you told 'em. "Loud as they come." Traitors! Leave it in the fire. Heat it till it tells on you. I have a hammer. I have time. Next one down comes empty-handed. Says he can scream. Says he's been saving it. Well, go on, then. He fills right up and looks at me, looks round for somebody to nod. Go on, son. There's nobody here but me. So I nod. And out it comes, the whole twenty years of it, up through the ice to the lot of them. Bit late. "Soon," you told 'em. "Any day now." Traitors! Leave it in the fire. Heat it till it tells on you. I have a hammer. I have time. Draw it in (draw it in), lean it down (lean it down), white along the coal bed, white the whole way down. Draw it in (draw it in), lean it down (lean it down), anything that's iron I keep. Traitors! Leave it in the fire. Heat it till it tells on you. I have a hammer. I have time. Ice goes again, right over my head. Boots first. Mind your head.
