It was homeward bound one night on the deep Swinging in my hammock I fell asleep I dreamed the dream and I thought it true Concerning Franklin and his gallant crew
With a hundred seamen he sailed away 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 the mainly strove Their ship on mountains with 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 When Franklin along with his sailors do dwell
And now my burden it gives me pain For my long lost Franklin I'd cross the main Ten thousand guineas would I freely give To say on earth that my Franklin do live
