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This track is the story of the English schooner, the Jenny. The Jenny was allegedly travelling from Peru through the Drake Passage (the body of water between Cape Horn in South America and the South Shetland Isles of Antarctica) in 1823 when she became frozen in an ice barrier. She was apparently rediscovered 17 years later in 1840 by a whaling ship named Hope. Her crew were still aboard her, frozen and preserved by the ice in which she was lost. The ice reclaimed her before the crew of the Hope could attempt salvage...
However, the original report is unsubstantiated, so no one knows what really happened.
I wrote this song for a previous band, Broadarrow Jack - it included a harp and was performed once at a Titanic-themed party. Now rewritten and arranged for new instruments....
The sea is calm and flat and still, and the frozen water extends until the horizon steals my soul from me - and the ice is all that I can see...
Poor Jenny left home back in '23
She sped a fair course across the sea
With sails hung full and her mast stood tall
Poor Jenny the schooner would conquer them all
Ahoy, ahoy a shape in the ice
A shape from the past, forgotten and lost
Poor Jenny the schooner frozen in brine
Hope came for poor Jenny, but not in time
Poor Jenny left Lima in darkest Peru
Her cargo was heavy, her path was true
But in the Drake Passage she mistook her course
And the ice closed her in with implacable force
When the Hope found her she wasn't alone
Her crew still aboard her, she was their last home
For 17 years they lay in her hold
Preserved by the brine and the ice and the cold
Poor Jenny's captain was last left alive
Found with his journal about to inscribe
No food for 71 days, it read
No further entries, the last of the dead
Poor Jenny's crew we buried at sea
Six men, a woman and a dog, all at sea
But the Jenny felt eerie and the Jenny felt cold
So back to the Hope for the sake of our souls
When night came a mist rose and temperatures fell
The night on the ocean like some frozen hell
By sunrise we realised that we were alone
She'd slipped through the ice and the Jenny was gone
LM Cooke's solo work tends toward the dark and curiously-rhymed side.
also performs in Mediaeval Biateches. Until recently she was singist/ main songwriter in Crimson Clocks and before that violinist/ main songwriter in Broadarrow Jack. LM is also a published writer of dark fantasy/ science/ mythic fiction, and hosts The Murder Hour radio show on Mixcloud....more