The song that most does it for me is The Little Pot Stove. I can almost feel the cold and imagine the huddling..also experience the feelings mentioned...great song.:-


Where the winter blizzards blow and the whaling fleet's at rest
Tacked in Leith harbour's sheltered bay, safely anchored ten abreast
There the whalemen at their stations, as ship to ship they rove
Carry bags of coal with them, and a little iron stove.

(Chorus)
In that 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.

Fireman Paddy worked 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 goldmines, and of hearts that he had won
And his bawdy sense of humour shone, just like a ray of sun.
(Chorus)

We lived it seven days a week, with 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 struggled off to work each day, through the icy winds and sleet.
(Chorus)

Then one day we saw the sun, we saw the factory ship return
Met old friends and sang a song; hoped the journey wasn't long
Then it's homeward bound and it's over, as we left that icy hole
But I always will remember, that little iron stove.
(Chorus) Repeat.