The sun rose in the year of seventeen sixty-nine If you looked up you'd have seen a ship out to sea With a masthead like never seen It was clear they were not from these seas They were sailing on a ship called Endeavour
Six months traveling to their dream land Or so it's been told Trees full of flowers and the golden sand Gradient of every degree And no, this is not what they came to see Most were seeking rewards for their endeavours
Step out, it makes your heart burn How flames scorched the land Like creatures tearing up what remained But who can say it would have been better Or it would have been the same Without the sailing of the Endeavour