Eric Bogle - Wee Dark Engine Room Lyrics
WEE DARK ENGINE ROOM(G) C G7 C G / G C F G7 C / C G7 C F C G C G / C F C F CIn that wee dark engine room,Where the chill seeps through your soul,How we huddled round that wee pot stoveThat burned oily rags and coal.C F C G7 G /How the winter blizzards blow, and the whaling fleet's at rest,Tucked in Leigh harbor's sheltered bay, safely anchored ten abreast.The whalers at their stations, as from she'd to she'd they go,Carry little bags of coal with them, and a little iron stove.CHORUSThe fireman Paddy worked with me on the engine stiff and cold.A stranger to the truth was he - there's not a lie he hasn't told.And he boasted of his gold mine, and of all the hearts he'd won,And his bonny sense of humor shone just like a ray of sun.CHORUSThen one day we saw the sun and factory ships' return.Meet your old friends, sing a song; hope the season won't be long,Then homeward bound when it's over; we'll leave this icy hold,But I always will remember that little iron stove.CHORUS------------------------------------------------------------------Words and music by Eric BogleRecorded by Ed Trickett on "The Ways of Man," FSI-68 copyright 1978."Many songs are sung about whaling and whalers. Almost all describeA voyage, or the catch of the whale, or some of the men and theirNeeds. This song, written by Eric Bogle, describes the bone-Chilling existance of the men who stayed with the ships when theyWere laid up for the winter, doing routine maintenance and engineOverhaul in the clammy, unheated holds of the engine rooms." -ETFilename[ ENGINRMDC===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===
