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It was homeward bound one night on the deep, |
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Swinging in my hammock I fell asleep. |
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I dreamed a dream and I thought it true |
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Concerning Franklin and his gallant crew. |
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With a hundred seamen he sailed away |
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To the frozen ocean in the month of May |
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To seek that passage around the pole |
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Where we poor sailors do sometimes go. |
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Through cruel hardships these men did go |
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His ship on mountains of ice was drove |
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Where the Eskimo in his skin canoe |
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Was the only one who ever came through |
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In Baffin Bay where the whale fish blow |
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The fate of Franklin no man may know. |
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The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell, |
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Lord Franklin along with his sailors do dwell. |
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And now my burden it gives me pain, |
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For my long lost Franklin I'd cross the main. |
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Ten thousand pounds would I freely give |
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To know on earth that my Franklin do live. |