Push for PORTER

Where the winter blizzards blow
And the whaling fleet's at rest
Tucked in Leigh harbor's sheltered bay
Safely anchored ten abreast
But there's the whale men at their stations
As from ship to ship they row
Carry bags of coal with them, and a little iron stove

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

The fireman Paddy works with me
On the engine frozen cold
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 the hearts he had won
And his bawdy sense of humor shone just like a ray of sun

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

We live it seven days a week
With cold hands and frozen feet
Bitter days and lonely nights
Making grog and having fights
There's salt fish and whale meat sausage
And fresh penguin eggs a treat
Then we struggle on to work each day through icy winds and sleet

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

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
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 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