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