Homeward bound one night on the deep.
Slung in my hammock I fell asleep.
I dreamed a dream and I thought it true.
Concerning Franklin and his gallant crew.

With a hundred seamen he sailed away.
To the frozen ocean in the month of may.
To find a passage around the pole.
Where we poor seamen must sometime go.
Lady Franklin's Lament (or Lord Franklin) trad - arranged by Graham Dodsworth
available on broadsheet in the Bodliean Library, Oxford

Through cruel hardships they made their sail.
On mountains of ice and snow their ship was frail.
The eskimo in his skin canoe
Was the only one who ever came through.

In Baffins Bay where the whale fish do blow.
The fate of Franklin no man may know.
The fate of Franklin, no tongue can tell.
If with his seamen, Lord Franklin do dwell.

And now my burden, it gives me pain,
To find my Franklin I would cross the main.
Ten thousand pounds would I freely give
to find on earth my Franklin do live.

Windward bound one night on the deep.
Slung in my hammock, I fell asleep.
I dreamed a dream and thought it true.
Concerning Franklin and his gallant crew.