Lord Franklin

'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 a hundred 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 go

Through cruel hardships they mainly strove

Their 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 where the whale fishes blow

The fate of Franklin, no man may know

The fate of Franklin, no tongue can tell

Lord Franklin along with his sailors do dwell

And now my burden, it gives me pain

My long lost Franklin, I would cross the main

Ten thousand pounds would I freely give

To say on Earth that my Franklin do live