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(Communicated ) Know ye the land where the pig and the Maori Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime, Where drunken old Rauparaha and wild Rangihaeta Now melt into "tangi," now madden to crime? Know ye the land of wild peaches and pine. Where few flowers flourish, and suns rarely shine, Where flocks of the "Kawkaw" in constant loud screaming. Full often disturb the poor emigrants' dreaming, Where tree, herb, and flower, are all void of fruit: And there's little to eat in the bush save fern root. Where the mists of the swamps, and the clouds of the sky, 'Oft rival each other's monotonous dye; 'Tis the land of the South, not the clime of the East, But a place where a man's rather worse than a beast, Where the virgins are coarse as the mats that they spin, And love lurks in the scores of a well tattoed chin; Oh! wild as the "Hucka" and Zealand war yell, Are the heads that they bear, and the yarns that they tell.
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Daily Southern Cross, Volume 3, Issue 143, 18 March 1848, Page 4
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176Original Lines. Daily Southern Cross, Volume 3, Issue 143, 18 March 1848, Page 4
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