This young man lived long ago,
in a land the English didn't know.
It was just floating in the seas,
home to the Aborigines.

Their land was taken without stopping,
like a child candy shopping.
Stolen were goods in a flurry,
Which filled the natives with great fury.

Among them was a boy named Tik
The thought of Brits made him sick
He saw how white men took his land
And took his spear into his hand

“The time has come for war!” he cried
“No more shall we run and hide!”
Behind him all the natives followed
Their pride and fear for now was swallowed.

The Brits, they used this sacred ground,
to build their prisons all around.
These prisons housed the very worst,
left to work through heat and thirst.

Tik Tak lead his band of souls,
to wipe out any guard patrols.
But the British soldiers waited,
knowing Tik Tak could be baited.

They sent a man, a truce in hand,
that promised to return the land.
Tik Tak agreed to this truce,
by doing so, he tied his noose.

The truce, you see, it was a lie,
to capture Tik Tak, this was why.
The soldiers really made this plan,
to return the native’s land.

They grabbed Tik Tak from behind,
The treaty fell to earth, unsigned.
Soldiers tied his feet and hands,
And carried out their evil plans.

Tik was to be shot several times,
an awful penance for his crimes.
all of his limbs, they were bound,
To a stake set in the ground.

The squad lined up, their guns prepared,
to end the life of Tik, who cared.
He loved his home, every bit,
So much, in fact, he’d die for it.

The guns were shot off with a bang,
through the air, the bullets sang.
“Freedom!” Tik Tak, he then cried,
the final words before he died.

His body was left until it was rotten,
but his goal was not forgotten.
The people of Australia rose,
to take back freedom from their foes.