We were homeward bound one night on the deep Swinging in my hammock i felt asleep I dreamed a dream and i thought it true Concerning Franklin and the gallant crew
With a hundred seamen he sailed away To the frozen ocean in the mouth of May To seek a passage around the pole Where all poor sailors do something go
Through cruel hardships they vainly strove The ships on mountains of ice was drove Only the Eskimo in 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 i would freely give To know Lord Franklin and where he is