He Lay Face Down In The Winter Snow
The Thermometer Stood At Twelve Below
He'd Tripped On A Rock And He'd Struck His Head
I Thought For Sure That He Was Dead
And Then He Opened Up His Eyes, I Knew I Had To Help Him Rise
Poor INGVOLD

He Sat For A Week By My Pot-Bellied Stove
He Took So Much Heat That I Was Cold
From First Light Till Night Was Near
He Sat And He Guzzled All My Beer
"I Need Some Booze, I Must Get Warm"
His Voice Was Cold And Full Of Scorn, INGVOLD

We Finally Parted Late One Night
I Went Left And He Went Right
I Joined The Hook And Ladder Crew
While INGVOLD Started Something New
He Started Fires All Over Town, Many Buildings Burned To The Ground By INGVOLD

I Knew One Day That We Would Meet, Fight It Out On Some Lone Street
Sure Enough There Came The Test To See Which One Of Us Was Best
I Left My Fireman Friends Behind While I Went Out Alone To Find INGVOLD

And When My Hose Began To Spit It Quelched The Flames In Front Of It
And Then A Torch Applied Behind Burned A Hole In My Water Line
He Said "My Torch Brings You No Harm, Please Step Aside, While I Get Warm"
So It Happened What I'd Feared Most, For I Had Failed The Town Would Roast For INGVOLD

They Say He Wore Such An Awful Sneer That Would Scorch The Hide Off Anyone Near
Ingvold Started To Walk On By When A Flash Of Red Caught My Frightened Eye
A Dozen Hoses Spit Water Fast, And Then I Knew I'd Seen The Last Of INGVOLD

He Vanished In A Cloud Of Steam, I Thought For Sure It Was A Dream
When The Steam Had Blown Away, In A Puddle Of Water I Saw Him Lay
Then Before My Eyes He Turned To Ice, The Cold Had Claimed All That Was Nice Of INGVOLD

Spoken:
They Said My Failure Was The Cause, That I'd Quit The Crew
But That Nozzle Lying On His Grave Just Shows How Much They Knew
For Though We Fought Right To The End, I Always Knew He Was My Friend, INGVOLD.