A few, no, many years ago, I used to sing in the numerous folk clubs in and around Nottingham with a couple of mates, we were called the Firkins, named after a 9 gallon beer barrel.
One of the songs on our repertoire was 'Lady Franklyn's lament'
Here is a link to the Pentangle version, very haunting tune and nostalgic lyrics, hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed looking at the excellent models and diaorama.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ysFKjWG_W54Twas 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 seamen do sometimes go
Through cruel hardships they mainly strove
Their ship on mountains of ice was drove
Only the Eskimo with his skin canoe
Was the only one that ever came through
In Baffin Bay where the whale fishes blow
The fate of Franklin no man may know
The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell
Lord 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 pounds I would freely give
To say on earth that my Franklin do live
Cheers, Jabb
(Edit - Lyrics added)
A few, no, many years ago, I used to sing in the numerous folk clubs in and around Nottingham with a couple of mates, we were called the Firkins, named after a 9 gallon beer barrel.
One of the songs on our repertoire was 'Lady Franklyn's lament'
Here is a link to the Pentangle version, very haunting tune and nostalgic lyrics, hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed looking at the excellent models and diaorama.
[url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ysFKjWG_W54[/url]
Twas 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 seamen do sometimes go
Through cruel hardships they mainly strove
Their ship on mountains of ice was drove
Only the Eskimo with his skin canoe
Was the only one that ever came through
In Baffin Bay where the whale fishes blow
The fate of Franklin no man may know
The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell
Lord 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 pounds I would freely give
To say on earth that my Franklin do live
Cheers, Jabb
(Edit - Lyrics added)