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The Little Pot Stove

アーティスト:Nic Jones  アルバム:Penguin Eggs 

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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 shed to shed they go, Carry little bags of coal with them, and a little iron stove. In that wee dark engine room, Where the chill seeps through your soul, How we huddled round that wee pot stove That burned oily rags and coal. The 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. In that wee dark engine room, Where the chill seeps through your soul, How we huddled round that wee pot stove That burned oily rags and coal. We labored seven days a week, with cold hands and frozen feet.


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