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 that passage around the pole Where we poor sailors do sometimes go Through cruel hardships these men did go His ship on mountains of ice was drove Where the Eskimo in his skin canoe Was the only one who ever came through