It was 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 may be strong
Their ships on mountains of ice was drawn
Only the Eskimo in his skin canoe
Was the only one that ever came through
In Baffin Bay 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
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 lived