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 whale fish 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....
Probably just a gross gps navigaton error. But I salute the courage of those that made such a hazardous attempt.
OH MY
My nephew, Jon Franklin, missing on a river rafting trip, May 2013. Never been found.
I had no idea there was an old story or legend.
Here you go: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fx3iK_KGy54
I really enjoy this rendition: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kpbvKSr0KPI