The coal *miner*. I’ve been in brass bands too long, I can only associate this with colliery bands. “It’s a bloody euphonium.” A verrrry bloody euphonium, in this case.
And *I* can only associate it with the collier song, “I Can Hew:” ♪”I can hew boys, I can hack it out!
I can hew the coal, I can dance and shout
I can hew boys, coal that’s black and fine,
I’m a collier lad, working down the mine!”♫
Thistil Mistil Kistil is a comic about vikings, Norse gods, and their adventures together (or against each other). Updates are on Tyr’s Day and Thor’s Day.
So. *smirk* Sometimes you’re the collier, sometimes you’re the coal.
Sun’s going down, Coal.
The coal *miner*. I’ve been in brass bands too long, I can only associate this with colliery bands. “It’s a bloody euphonium.” A verrrry bloody euphonium, in this case.
And *I* can only associate it with the collier song, “I Can Hew:” ♪”I can hew boys, I can hack it out!
I can hew the coal, I can dance and shout
I can hew boys, coal that’s black and fine,
I’m a collier lad, working down the mine!”♫
Just realised that Coal could potentially have centuries of this to go through.
Jump straight and miss. Poor Coal.
You know you’re in trouble when parental figures use your full name.