Luyện nghe bài hát Wee Dark Engine Room

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

The fireman Paddy worked me on the engine stiff and cold.
A stranger to the truth was he - 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 just like 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,
Then homeward bound when it's over; leave this icy hold,
But I always will remember that little stove.


Words and music by Eric
Recorded by Ed Trickett on "The Ways of Man," FSI-68 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-
existance of the men who stayed with the ships when they
Were up for the winter, doing routine maintenance and engine
Overhaul in the clammy, unheated holds of the rooms." -ET
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