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