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It
was homeward bound one night on the deep
Swinging
in my hammock I fell asleep
I
dreamed the dream and I thought it true
Concerning
Franklin and his gallant crew
With
a hundred seamen he sailed away
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 the mainly strove
Their
ship on mountains with ice was
drove
Only
the Eskimo in his skin canoe
Was
the only one that ever came through
In
Baffin Bay where the whalefish blow
The
fate of Franklin no man may know
The
fate of Franklin no tongue can tell
When
Franklin along with his sailors do dwell
And
now my burden it gives me pain
For
my long lost Franklin I’d cross the main
Ten
thousand guineas would I freely give
To
say on earth that my Franklin do live
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