Lord Franklin

We were homeward bound one night on the deepSwinging in my hammock I fell asleepI dreamed a dream and I thought it trueConcerning Franklin and his gallant crew.
With a hundred seamen he sailed awayTo the frozen ocean in the month of MayTo seek a passage around the poleWhere we poor sailors do sometimes go.
Through cruel hardships they vainly stroveTheir ships on mountains of ice was droveOnly the Eskimo with his skin canoeWas the only one that ever came through.
In Baffin's Bay where the whale fish blowThe fate of Franklin no man may knowThe fate of Franklin no tongue can tellLord Franklin among his seamen do dwell.