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
Oh, my lord Franklin and his gallant crew
With one hundred seamen he sailed away
To the frozen ocean in the month of May
To seek a passage around the pole
Where we poor seaman do sometimes go.
Through cruel hardships they mainly strove
Their ship on mountains of ice was drove
And only Еskimo with skin canoe
Was the only man 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
Here with his sailors my Franklin do dwell
And now my burden it gives me pain
For my lost Franklin I’d cross the main
Ten thousand pounds I would freely give
To know that on the my Franklin lives