Each Man
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
