Some time ago,I saw a very moving TV documentary about Sir John Franklin"s expedition to find the North-West Passage. The sight of the exhumed bodies,looking just as they did when they died,apart from the curled-up lips,in their shallow graves in the ice, was extraordinarily poignant, and made more so by the song they kept playing about going on the journey with Franklin. No,it wasn't the " Lord Franklin" song about "only the Eskimo in his skin canoe " etc---it was a different Franklin song,very stirring,more like a Shanty. I would love to know what it was called.But if I ever heard it again, I would instantly get shivers down my spine,I know I would.