Martin Carthy - Lord Franklin | Текст песни

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• Martin Carthy
• Lord Franklin

It was 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 a hundred sailors he sailed away,

The frozen ocean in the month of may,

To seek a passage around the pole,

Where we poor sailors sometimes have to go.



Through cruel hardships they vainly strove;

Their ship on mountains of ice was drove;

Only the eskimo with his skin canoe,

Was the only one that ever came through.



In Baffin bay where the whale-fish blow

The fate of Franklin, no man may know;

The fate of Franklin, no tongue may tell,

Where Franklin along with his sailors does dwell.



And now my burden, it brings me pain;

For my long, lost Franklin I would cross the main;

Ten thousand guineas I would freely give

To say on Earth that my Franklin does live.

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