Each Man - Seth Lakeman

We stood upon the farthest shore, with the honesty of youth

Here we have our blood and toil, as we dare to speak the truth

In the core of good old Albion, where the masters made their rules

Here we fear a devils tune, to dance that you could fool us

We spoke the grace of unity, and six of us stood strong

A kinship and a company in the face of fought she’d wrong

For where could there be suffering in a fair and decent wage

When a force stands up by his word in a passion of that age

Each man will stand his ground

Each man will rise

Each man will stand his ground

Each man will rise

All our fears came tumbling when they sent us to be tried

Down upon the southern sea, to a dark and desperate life

Yet all the months and years I served, I drank for England’s heart

For in this wicked servitude I wish to play my part

Each man will stand his ground

Each man will rise

Each man will stand his ground

Each man will rise

My body shall not have its sleep, when I crave to finally lie

With the bells caught off for faithful in this church while I reply

It’s cool, the journey summons us no more to be abreast

A voice to find his union, a place to find his rest

Each man will stand his ground

Each man will rise

Each man will stand his ground

Each man will rise