Nic Jones
The Little Pot Stove
[Verse 1]
Where the winter blizzards blow
And the whaling fleet's at rest
Tucked in Leith Harbour's sheltered bay
Safely anchored ten abreast
Well, there's the whalemen at their stations
As from ship to ship they rove
Carry bags of coal with them
And a little iron stove
[Chorus]
In the little dark engine room
Where the chill seeps in your soul
How we huddled round that little pot stove
That burned oily rags and coal
[Verse 2]
The fireman Paddy works with me
On the engine frozen cold
And a stranger to the truth was he
There's not a lie he hasn't told
Well, he boasted of his gold mines
And of all the hearts he had won
And his bonny sense of humor shone
Just like a ray of sun
[Chorus]
In the little dark engine room
Where the chill seeps in your soul
How we huddled round that little pot stove
That burned oily rags and coal
[Verse 3]
We laboured seven days a week
With cold hands and frozen feet
Bitter days and lonely nights
Making grog and having fights
Well, there's salt fish and whale meat sausage
And fresh penguin eggs a treat
Then we struggle on to work each day
Through the icy winds and sleet
[Chorus]
In the little dark engine room
Where the chill seeps in your soul
How we huddled round that little pot stove
That burned oily rags and coal
[Verse 4]
Then one day we saw the sun
We saw the factory ship return
Meet your old friends and you sing a song
We'll hope the journey wasn't long
And then it's homeward bound and it's over
And we'll leave this icy hole
But I always will remember
That little iron stove
[Chorus]
In the little dark engine room
Where the chill seeps in your soul
How we huddled round that little pot stove
That burned oily rags and coal
In the little dark engine room
Where the chill seeps in your soul
How we huddled round that little pot stove
That burned oily rags and coal