Album: Standing Stones
In August nineteen-fourteen
Sir Ernest sailed for the Weddell Sea
Twenty-seven souls and he
In the bonny bark Endurance
Sheathed in greenheart stem to stern
With a heart of oak and coal to burn
Beneath each mast a copper coin
To keep her bones from breaking
Oh the sea, oh the sea, oh the howling wind and sea
Through frozen tears and gales of grief
Enduring we shall conquer
Oh the sea, oh the sea, oh the howling wind and sea
With courage, faith, and hope in ye
Enduring we shall conquer
Floes to starboard fore and aft
Her port beam speared by an icy shaft
They broke her heart, they broke her back
Antarctic ice the master
The Boss cries out, "She's goin', boys!
Her stack's gone down between the flows!"
They watched her as her rudder rose
And slowly sank beneath them
Dropping down to eight below
A living gale begins to blow
Tonight they sleep on the open floe
The sun itself is dying
Desolate, dark, an awful sight
The blackness of the polar night
Two months and more without the light
Or warmth of sun to cheer them
Strike the tents, the boats away
The pack is breaking, pull and pray
For Elephant Isle they bear away
Across the Bransfield Strait
Open boats in a hostile sea
The ocean gives no guarantee
Six days from Patience far away
They make their lonely landfall
Cautious Jack made up his mind
Six would leave the rest behind
Praying for their peace of mind
Set sail for South Georgia
Four long months, the days crept by
They watched with weary and desperate eye
When there at last, hope justified
Was Shackleton returning
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