Twas 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 all poor sailors might sometimes go.
Through cruel hardships they mainly strove Their ships 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 whalefish blow The fate of Franklin no man may know The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell And Lord Franklin among his seamen do dwell
And now my burden it gives me pain For my Lord Franklin I'd sail the main Ten thousand pounds would I freely give To say on Earth my Franklin do live