Luyện nghe bài hát Wee Dark Engine Room

WEE ENGINE ROOM
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In wee dark engine room,
Where the 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,
in Leigh harbor's sheltered bay, safely anchored ten abreast.
The whalers at their stations, as from to she'd they go,
Carry little bags of with them, and a little iron stove.

The fireman Paddy 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 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,
Then homeward bound when over; we'll leave this icy hold,
But I always will remember little iron stove.


Words and music by Bogle
Recorded by Ed Trickett on "The Ways of Man," FSI-68 1978.
"Many songs are about whaling and whalers. Almost all describe
A voyage, or the catch of the whale, or some of the men and
Needs. This song, written by Eric Bogle, 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, holds of the engine rooms." -ET
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