Lord Franklin

It was homeward bound one night on the Deep. Swinging in my hammock I fell Asleep. I dreamed a dream that I thought was True. Of my Lord Franklin And his gallant crew. With a hundred seamen he Sailed away. Through 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 landless Drove. Their ship on mountains of ice has Grown. But only Esquimaux in his skin Canoe. Was the only man 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 can Tell. Poor weary sailors, My Franklin bells. And now my burden it gives me Pain. For my Lord Franklin I'd cross the Main. Ten thousand pounds I would give. To know where are now My Franklin lives.