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A song of yearning for Te Uruti

Oh Te Waiwhero is too tall! If it could be thrown down, laid low, So I could see clearly The haze from the fires at Whakatane Coming perhaps as a sign from my darling, Soothing my heart, Telling me you are striding swiftly To your bed where we embraced!

If I had known The speech that lies in books, I would have written on paper And sent it to Ihaka For Te Uruti to read: ‘Greetings to you, girl! I love you so much!’

Oh alas for the tears That cannot be kept from my eyelids! I am like the water pouring down at Te Whangaromanga, Haumapuhia moaning below there!

My heart goes out to you, girl! I am Ruawharo, like a demon Who threw away his children So that Matiu and Makaro just stand on the beach, And Moko-tua-raro is far away, Over at Ngaruroro and Rangatira!

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Bibliographic details

Tu Tangata, Issue 14, 1 October 1983, Page 57

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155

A song of yearning for Te Uruti Tu Tangata, Issue 14, 1 October 1983, Page 57

A song of yearning for Te Uruti Tu Tangata, Issue 14, 1 October 1983, Page 57