(G-G/- доп.)
We were homeward bound one night on the deep
                                   Swinging in my hammock i felt asleep
                                                    I dreamed a dream and i thought it [bad word]                                                Concerning Franklin and the gallant crew

//As I was wandering on some foreign shore
I heard a lady and she did deplore
She wept aloud and to me did say
Oh, my loving husband, he's so long away//

With a hundred seamen he sailed away
To the frozen ocean in the mouth of May
To seek a passage around the pole
Where all poor sailors do sometimes go

Through [bad word] hardships they vainly strove
The ships on mountains of 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
And Lord Franklin among his seamen do dwell

And now my burden it gives me pain
For my long lost Franklin I would cross the main
Ten thousand pounds would I freely give
To say on earth that my Franklin does live
To say on earth that my Franklin does live