10 ,000 pounds of price was set to find
the Northwest Passage go down
So many ships have sailed and yet the ice floes will not let them through
1850 was the year we sailed out of Plymouth, Go Down!
A mighty boat and a little fear,
With steel in our hull and our hearts.
We set a course for old Cape Horn,
then out across the ocean go down
while many a man had his dream
From Baring Strait to the Fauxfoot seas,
the air was growing colder, go down
The sea like rock in a mighty freeze,
that winter we just had to stay
To the gods on high, I would pray
from these frozen grounds,
Let's behold what we've found,
Summer came and the waters moved,
The wind blew in our feet and go down.
But the end of the strait
For the north of Banks Isle
Crushed and held by the frozen cold,
a candlelit prison go down
A hot meal worth its weight in gold,
McClure says we mustn't give in
To the gods on high, I would pray
from these frozen grounds
Months go by and we walk and sleep
Rations getting smaller go down
Enough to make a grown man weep,
The ice won't be melting this
McClure set out for the Belvedere Isle
In search of our salvation, go down
And his bulldog spirit, mile on mile,
Made up for him, landing us here
In April 1853 the resolute said, go down
At Melville Isle we found the note,
the told of our place and our plight
We left that ship on the frozen tide,
Three mountains looked out to the sea
Their names written carver on wood
Back to England's green once more
Held in high esteem by our enemies
And ten thousand pounds reward