Табулатура в формате Guitar Pro , содержащая следующие дорожки:
Track 1
Acoustic Guitar (nylon]
Текст
Where the winter blizzards blow and the whaling fleet's at rest Tacked in Leith harbour's sheltered bay safely anchored ten abreast For there's the whalemen at their stations as to ship to ship they rove Carry bags of coal with them and a little iron stove In the little dark engine room where the chill seep in your soul How we huddled round that little pot stove that burned oily rags and coal A fireman, Paddy, he works with me on the engine frozen cold A stranger to the truth is he, there's not a lie he hasn't told Well, he boasted of his goldmines and of the hearts that he had won And his bawdy sense of humour shone just like a ray of sun In the little dark engine room where the chill seep in your soul How we huddled round that little pot stove that burned oily rags and coal We live it seven days a week, cold hands and frozen feet Bitter days and lonely nights, making grog and having fights There's swordfish and whalemeat sausage and fresh penguin egg's a treat Then we struggle on to work each day through the icy winds and sleet In the little dark engine room where the chill seep in your soul How we huddled round that little pot stove that burned oily rags and coal Then one day we saw the sun, we saw the factory ship return Meet your old friends and you sing a song; we 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 In the little dark engine room where the chill seep 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 seep in your soul How we huddled round that little pot stove that burned oily rags and coal