The Final Lot

Final Lot - Seth Lakeman

He's going under

Beneath this stone in the fading light

Lies the lonely soul of a Joseph Wright

Few hearts knew his kindness warm

Few heads grew with a knowledge more

Informed

He's going under

With a gracious voice and a humour

Broad

He pleased both peasant squire and a

Lord

A length his breath had a fortune steered

We called Joe`s life the finest lot in

Years

He's going under

He's going under

Poor Joe's life it was the finest lot in

Years

The hammer went down on his soul that

Night

His breath was cold but he suffered no

Fight

He was the last one sold on a priceless

Tear

For poor Joe's life it was the finest lot in

Years

He's going under

He's going under

Poor Joe's life it was the finest lot in

Years