but it is sometimes sung by people from other tribes as a compliment to visitors from Taranaki. The text and a translation have been published in Dick Scott's ‘The Parihaka Story’ 1954 : 9 and 155. According to Meteria Damon of Ngaruahinerangi tribe, the composer of the song was Te Whetu. Mervyn McLean's transcription of this song is on pages 38–39.

A TARANAKI POI SONG Tangi a Taku Ihu This is the text of the song discussed by Mr Mervyn McLean in the article published above. The translation is based upon the translation which appears in Dick Scott's ‘The Parihaka Story’. In the absence of detailed explanations, some of the expressions and references in the song are somewhat obscure. We would be grateful if any reader knowing the background of the song were to provide an explanation. In the third verse Titoko is presumably Titokowaru, the famous Taranaki warrior. Tangi a taku ihu e whakamakuru nei Ko au pea, e, te turia ki runga; He maihi whare koe ki' miti mai te arero. Ma ringa tohu au e w[h]aka poi ai, e tika Taku takiritanga te kahu o te Kuini, Ka piki nga rongo o Te Whiti kei runga Hapainga atu ai ki runga o Parihaka Kia whakarongo mai Moeahu i reira Hei panui atu ki te iwi o Titoko Ki taku whakaaro he makau tupu koe Ka mutu pea, e, nga rangi hanihani! Tenei ano ra to raukura ka titia Ma te ‘au o waho e tiki mai e whawhati Te weherua po i wake ai korua He kai mutunga koe ki taku tinana nei. No hea nga mate e patu ra i aku hoa Te karawhiu ai ki te kino i ahau Kei noho au i te ao hei kome au ma te ngutu, i. The sensation in my nose is an omen Warning me of danger. You are the bargeboard of our house Which the enemy will assail. Let me affirm it was right To cast off the cloak of the Queen. Te Whiti's fame mounts on high; Let me carry my message over Parihaka That Moeahu may hear And proclaim it to Titoki's tribe. I believe that you are a man beloved And that these days of slanderous talk will end. Behold, we wear your white plume Though the wind from without may break it. You two walk together through the darkest night. You are my mainstay and my sustenance. From whence come the misfortunes that assail my companions, These evils that press upon me? Let me not remain in this world as an object of derision.