First shot of assembled pieces....
Homeward bound one night on the deep
Swinging in my hammock I fell asleep
I dreamed a dream and I dreamed it true
Concerning Franklin and his gallant crew
Wi' a hundred seamen he'd sailed away
To 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 his men they strove
Their ship on mountains of ice was drove
Where the Eskimo in his skin canoe
Was the only one who would ever dare to go
In Baffin Bay where the whalefish blow
The fate of Franklin no man can know
The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell
Where my Lord Franklin and his seamen dwell
And now my burden it gives me pain
With my long lost Franklin I'd cross the main
Ten thousand pounds I would freely give
To say on earth that my Franklin lives
