Lord Franklin Was homeward bound one night on the deep Swinging in my hammock I fell asleep Dreamed a dream that I thought was true Concerning Franklin and his gallant crew With a hundred seamen he sailed away To the frozen oceans in the month of May To seek a passage around the Horn Where we poor sailors would sometimes go Through cruel misfortune they vainly strove The ship on mountains of ice was drove To where the Eskimo in his skin canoe Was the only man who ever came through

In Baffins Bay where the whale fish go Lord Franklin (Page 2) In Baffins Bay where the whale fish go The fate of Franklin no man may know The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell Lord Franklin sailors dwell And now my burden it brings me pain For my Lord Franklin I'd sail the main A thousand pounds I would surely give If Lord Franklin could only live