T'was homeward bound one night on the deep,
swinging in my hammock I fell asleep.
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I dreamed a dream and I thought it true,
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concerning Franklin and his gallant crew.
With a hundred seaman he sailed
to the frozen ocean in the month of may.
To seek that passage around the pole,
where we poor seaman do sometimes go.
Though cruel hardships they mainly
their ship on mountains of ice was drove.
Only the Escimo in his skin canoe,
was the only one who ever came through.
In Baffin's bay where the whale
the fate of Franklin no man may know.
The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell,
Lord Franklin along with his sailors do dwell.
And now my burden it gives me
for my long last Franklin I'd cross the main.
Ten thousand pounds I would freely give,
to say on earth that my Franklin do live.