Pernille Quigg - singer song writer
Lord Franklin (lyrics) trad.

A well-known traditional song about the North West passage expedition in 1845 in which Sir John Franklin perished along with all his crew members.

It was homeward bound one night on the deep,
Swinging 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 seek a passage around the pole,
Where we poor sailors do sometimes go.

Through cruel hardships his men strove;
Their ship on mountains of ice was drove;
Where the eskimo in his skin canoe,
Was the only one who ever came through.

In Baffin bay where the whale-fish blow
The fate of Franklin, no man may know;
The fate of Franklin, no tongue can tell,
Lord Franklin along with his sailors dwell.

And now my burden, it brings me pain;
For my lost Franklin I'd cross the main;
Ten thousand pounds would I freely give
To know on Earth my Franklin lives.  - - ©2013