Lord Franklin - John Renbourn

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 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 seamen do sometimes go

Through cruel hardships they mainly strove

Their ship 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

Lord Franklin along with his seamen do dwell

And now my burden it gives me pain

For my long lost Franklin I’d cross the main

Ten thousand pounds I would freely give

To say on earth that my Franklin do live