Jenny Henderson - 1843

[Verse 1]
In the shadows of the past, where stories intertwine,
Jenny Henderson, a name etched in time.
In a town where the echoes of old tales breathe,
Where the Robert Kett school stands, history weaves.
Her father hung high, on that hanging tree,
Tuttles Lane whispers of a love tragedy.
Mother, the black widow, on the branch she fell,
Into the arms of the man, who once knew her well.

[Chorus]
Oh Jenny, in the twilight’s glow,
History binds us, the stories that flow.
From grave to grave, I seek to find,
The soul of a woman, lost in her mind.

[Verse 2]
I walked on the ground where her shadows crept,
In the heart of the silence, where memories slept.
Clarkson, a name that holds fragments of lore,
Trade directories linger, telling tales of yore.
In Wymondham’s streets where time softly sighs,
A friend once caught up, in London, he flies.
Riches surround her, but what's worth the cost?
In love’s gentle embrace, what’s gained and lost?

[Chorus]
Oh Jenny, in the twilight’s glow,
History binds us, the stories that flow.
From grave to grave, I seek to find,
The soul of a woman, lost in her mind.

[Bridge]
Married a man, who bore noble pride,
Mr. Henderson, by her side he would glide.
Though words were foreign, in attempts they would try,
Love speaks in silence, under the wide sky.
Ann and George, whispers of in-laws cast,
A Judge from Wymondham, their shadows amassed.
Connections entwined, in a dance so divine,
In the heart of the tale, her spirit aligns.

[Chorus]
Oh Jenny, in the twilight’s glow,
History binds us, the stories that flow.
From grave to grave, I seek to find,
The soul of a woman, lost in her mind.

[Verse 3]
In the classroom of life, they strived to gain,
With every word spoken, every laugh, every pain.
Rich and well-rounded, in a world so vast,
Yet the shadows of history still hold her fast.
Through the ages, her truth remains clear,
In the whispers of time, we still hold her dear.
So here's to Jenny, her legacy bright,
In the rhythm of life, she shines through the night.

[Outro]
Oh Jenny, we remember your tale,
In the heart of the city, your spirit won’t pale.
With every heartbeat, we honor your grace,
In the fabric of history, you've found your place.