© 2001-2004| 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 100 seamen he sailed away To the frozen ocean in the month of May To seek a passage 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. |
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