Luyện nghe bài hát Wee Dark Engine Room

WEE ENGINE ROOM
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In wee dark engine room,
Where the chill seeps through soul,
How we round that wee pot stove
That burned rags and coal.
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How the winter blizzards blow, and the whaling at rest,
Tucked in Leigh harbor's bay, safely anchored ten abreast.
The whalers at their stations, as she'd to she'd they go,
Carry little of coal with them, and a little iron stove.

The fireman Paddy worked with me on the stiff and cold.
A to the truth was he - there's not a lie he hasn't told.
And he of his gold mine, and of all the hearts he'd won,
And his bonny sense of humor shone just a ray of sun.

Then one day we saw the sun and ships' return.
Meet your old friends, sing a hope the season won't be long,
homeward bound when it's over; we'll leave this icy hold,
But I always will remember that little stove.


Words and music by Eric
Recorded by Ed on "The Ways of Man," FSI-68 copyright 1978.
"Many songs are sung about and whalers. Almost all describe
A voyage, or the catch of the whale, or some of the men and
Needs. This song, written by Bogle, describes the bone-
Chilling of the men who stayed with the ships when they
Were up for the winter, doing routine maintenance and engine
Overhaul in the clammy, holds of the engine rooms." -ET
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