It was homeward bound one night on the deep
Swinging in my hammock I fell asleep
I dreamt a dream and I thought it true
Concerning Franklin and his gallant crew
As I was wandering on some foreign shore
I heard a lady and she did deplore
She wept aloud and to me did say
Oh, my loving husband, he's so long away
With a hundred seamen he sailed away
To the frozen ocean in the month of May
To seek a passage around the pole
Where these poor sailors do sometimes go
They sailed West and they sailed East
Their ship on oceans of ice did freeze
Only the Eskimo in his skin canoe
Was the only one that ever came through
In Baffin Bay where the whale fishes blow
The fate of Franklin no man may know
The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell
Franklin alone with his sailors do dwell
And now my burden it gives me pain
For my long lost Franklin I would cross the main
Ten thousand pounds would I freely give
To say on earth that my Franklin does live
To say on earth that my Franklin does live
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In 1845, Sir John Franklin and his crew of 133 men set sail from England for the Arctic region of northern Canada. In search of the elusive Northwest Passage between the Atlantic and Pacific oceans, all hands eventually perished after their ships became trapped in ice. "The fate of Franklin and his gallant crew" was a mystery that has slowly been unraveled over the last 150 years, pieced together by a trail of artifacts, contemporary accounts by native Inuit people and the diligent efforts of generations of researchers and explorers dedicated to discovering the truth behind the legend.
Swinging in my hammock I fell asleep
I dreamt a dream and I thought it true
Concerning Franklin and his gallant crew
As I was wandering on some foreign shore
I heard a lady and she did deplore
She wept aloud and to me did say
Oh, my loving husband, he's so long away
With a hundred seamen he sailed away
To the frozen ocean in the month of May
To seek a passage around the pole
Where these poor sailors do sometimes go
They sailed West and they sailed East
Their ship on oceans of ice did freeze
Only the Eskimo in his skin canoe
Was the only one that ever came through
In Baffin Bay where the whale fishes blow
The fate of Franklin no man may know
The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell
Franklin alone with his sailors do dwell
And now my burden it gives me pain
For my long lost Franklin I would cross the main
Ten thousand pounds would I freely give
To say on earth that my Franklin does live
To say on earth that my Franklin does live
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In 1845, Sir John Franklin and his crew of 133 men set sail from England for the Arctic region of northern Canada. In search of the elusive Northwest Passage between the Atlantic and Pacific oceans, all hands eventually perished after their ships became trapped in ice. "The fate of Franklin and his gallant crew" was a mystery that has slowly been unraveled over the last 150 years, pieced together by a trail of artifacts, contemporary accounts by native Inuit people and the diligent efforts of generations of researchers and explorers dedicated to discovering the truth behind the legend.