For all the years I worked this station ,
I served the ships of every nation;
Thousands of vessels I touched alongside,
And many great ships I remember with pride.
Over the ‘diver’s shoal’ one bright summer day,
HMS Endeavour came sailing my way,
And for a humble boatman such as me,
A more splendid sight I will never see.
In full square rig before the easterly breeze,
Seven knots she sailed with majestic ease,
Four hundred tons and a hundred feet high,
Like a bright cumulus cloud she glided by.
A replica so fine is a reminder to us all,
Of the good reasons why our nation stands tall,
Built sound in Whitby,and commanded by Cook,
They charted the planet, and not a life with malice took.