Lord Franklin

We were 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 hundred seamen he sailed away To the frozen ocean in the month of May To seek a pa*sage around the Pole Where all poor sailors, do sometimes go Through cruel hardships they vainly strove Their ships on mountains of ice was drove Only the Eskimo with his skin canoe Was the only one that ever came through In Baffin's Bay where the whale fish blow The fate of Franklin no man may know The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell And Lord Franklin among his seamen do dwell And now my burden, it gives me pain For my Lord Franklin, I'd sail the main Ten thousand pounds, I would freely give To know Lord Franklin and where he is