Luyện nghe bài hát Wee Dark Engine Room

WEE ENGINE ROOM
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In wee dark engine room,
Where the chill seeps your soul,
How we huddled round 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 sheltered bay, anchored ten abreast.
The whalers at their stations, as from she'd to they go,
Carry little bags of coal with them, and a little stove.

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

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


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