I've got an old mule and her name is Sal
Fifteen miles on the eureka nal
Sal she is a purr teegal
Fifteen miles on the eureka nal

Singing the old songs of Dylan Woodrow made the time go bye for Farkin. He sang in rhythm with the crunch and sweep of the shovel. The Foreman watched him, shaking his head. He was like every other ice-giant; slow, surly, and always groaning unintelligible sounds that gave the Maltoonian the creeps. The giant's immense size and strength might have given the foreman a feeling of fear, but the giants were famous for their even tempers. Still. Farkin was more like an animated object than a sentient being, in the eyes of the Maltoonian. His eyes left the form of the ice-giant and returned to his PlayCreature Magazine.

"Are you thirsty, Farkin?" Mandy stood in the doorway of the reactor room. She had a thermos in her hand, and Farkin stalked forward to take it from her. In the manner of his kind, Farkin gave thanks by touching the forefinger of his glove to his forehead, and then to hers. He drank deep of the nitrogen, felt his strength returning. "What were you singing, Farkin?" said Mandy, for she was one of the few who could understand the giant's vocalizations."One of Woodrow's old songs, Fifteen Miles on Eureka Nal." Mandy remembered Farkin's tales of Dylan Woodrow and the songs he had taught the giant."Do you know many of Dylan's songs?" Farkin returned her the drained thermos, and took up his shovel. "Oh yes," the ice-giant said," hundreds of them. Would you like to hear some?" Mandy smiled and nodded. The giant sang again

As Robinnood and Little John
Walked by a bank of broom,
Said Robin in a mournful voice,
"I fear approaching doom."

Mandy left Farkin shoveling and singing. Perhaps the Green Man would have some interest in the giant, and in Woodrow's old nonsensical songs, she thought.