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 weep our seamen do sometimes go
Through cruel hardships they may be strove
Their ships on mountains of ice was drove
Only the Eskimo in his skin canoe Is the only one
that ever can see
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 but milk 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