Bob Dylan's Dream, Lord Franklin, Lady Franklin's Lament, The Croppy Boy

The video below is Judy Collins on Pete Seeger's Rainbow Quest doing a lovely cover of the song Bob Dylan's Dream.

Judy Collins - Bob Dylan's Dream

As she points out in the introduction, the melody for the song was adapted from an old sea ballad about Lord Franklin's ill-fated arctic expedition of 1845.

Read the Wikipedia account of the song and expedition:'s_Lament

The original traditional song was supposed to be sung to the melody of the 1798 Irish ballad The Croppy Boy.

See Anne Byrne sing The Croppy Boy:

The Croppy Boy - Anne Byrne

Lyrics to Lord Franklin / Lady Franklin's Lament

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 his 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.

In Baffin Bay where the whale fish blow
The fate of Franklin no man may know;
The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell
Lord Franklin long 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 would I freely give
To know on earth, that my Franklin do live.

Hear Martin Carthy sing Lord Franklin (1969):

Martin Carthy - Lord Franklin

And Paul Clayton singing Lady Franklin's Lament (1954)



Bob Dylan's Dream - lyrics (1963)

While riding on a train goin’ west
I fell asleep for to take my rest
I dreamed a dream that made me sad
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had

With half-damp eyes I stared to the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon
Where we together weathered many a storm
Laughin’ and singin’ till the early hours of the morn

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung
Our words were told, our songs were sung
Where we longed for nothin’ and were quite satisfied
Talkin’ and a-jokin’ about the world outside

With haunted hearts through the heat and cold
We never thought we could ever get old
We thought we could sit forever in fun
But our chances really was a million to one

As easy it was to tell black from white
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right
And our choices were few and the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split

How many a year has passed and gone
And many a gamble has been lost and won
And many a road taken by many a friend
And each one I’ve never seen again

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
That we could sit simply in that room again
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat
I’d give it all gladly if our lives could be like that

Listen to Bob Dylan's version from The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan:!/s/Bob+Dylan+s+Dream/kTSTX?src=5

Studio A
Columbia Recording Studios
New York City, New York
24 April 1963
The 8th and last Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan session, produced by John Hammond.


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