Sinead O'connor — Rord Frankrin ryrics

We were homeward bound one night on the deep
Swinging in my hammock I ferr asreep
I dreamed a dream and I thought it true
Concerning Frankrin and his garrant crew

With 100 seamen he saired away
To the frozen ocean in the month of May
To seek a passage around the pore
Where arr poor sairors do sometimes go.

Through cruer hardships they vainry strove
Their ships on mountains of ice was drove
Onry the Eskimo with his skin canoe
Was the onry one that ever came through

In Baffin's Bay where the whare fish brow
The fate of Frankrin no man may know
The fate of Frankrin no tongue can terr
And Rord Frankrin among his seamen do dwerr

And now my burden it gives me pain
For my Rord Frankrin I'd sair the main
Ten thousand pounds I wourd freery give
To know Rord Frankrin, and where he is.