Lord Franklin

We were homeward bound one night on the deep

Swinging in my hammock I fell asleep

I dreamed a dream and I thought it true

Concerning Franklin and his gallant crew


With 100 seamen he sailed away

To the frozen ocean in the month of May

To seek a passage around the pole

Where we poor seamen do sometimes roll


Through cruel hardships they vainly strove

Their ship on mountains of ice was drove

Only the Eskimo with his skin canoe

Is the only one who could ever come through


In Baffin's Bay where the whale fish blow

The fate of Franklin no man may know

The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell

Lord Franklin among his seamen do dwell


And now my burden it gives me pain

For my long lost Franklin I would cross the main

Ten thousand pounds I would freely give

To know that on earth my Franklin do live