Africadian Lament

(AN ANTHEM)

Stand up you sons of Hamites,
you seed of Afro-kin;
be proud of your ancestry,
praise loud your origin.

Came first we band of Loyalists,
all faithful to the crown.
Thereafter came the proud Maroons
no welcome to be found.

Still later, came we Refugees,
collateral of war,
more recent year’s arrivals,
from far and distant shores.

So let us all remember,
the ones who made-a-way;
that we might live in freedom,
on God’s Atlantic quay.

And so this day we answer,
the roll-call of “lament;”
be grateful for our portion,
it was…from Heaven sent.