Tohunga's Song.

"Oh, my name is John Wellington Wells,
I'm a dealer in magic and spells."

—"The Sorcerer."

Air: "The Deathless Army."

From mountain, river, lake and sea,
Called together in haste are ye,
Hark to the voice of Destiny,
Now hark to its note of warning.
Where lies the sacred kura stone
On Puketapu's summit lone
A dirge upon the breeze is blown
A Day of Doom is dawning.
Once more shall Matariki rise
Ere clear against the western skies
The stranger's mast-head pennon flies,
Farewell! the land you cherish.
For though the strife be fierce and long,
Thy courage high, thine armour strong,
Yet at the last, so runs the song,
The Maori People perish.

Refrain.
Gather then from pa and kainga,
Gather ye to meet the foe,
The mana falls upon you
Of your sires of long ago.
Gather then from pa and kainga,
Gather ye to meet the foe,
For the souls of heroes die not,
In the Land of Long Ago.

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The rock by the sacred tree beneath,
Set are the wands of Life and Death,
But the wind of Battle's ice-cold breath
Sweeps past: and Life lies broken.
The fern-stalks cast by the questing hand
Drift and scatter along the sand,
A star lies close in the circling band
Of the young moon's early token.
The hawk flies low o'er the council-fire,
The owl hoots not as its flames expire,
The omens all are of import dire,
The Day of Doom is dawning.
But fair the haunts where your fathers played,
And dear to you where their bones are laid,
Fight on! Reck not Te Reinga's shade,
Death's night is Glory's morning.

Warriors' Chorus

"Burnt cork and walnut juice
Are not without their use."

—"His Excellency."

Air: "Marching Through Georgia."

Kia ora tonu nga kai-ako ra,
Nga tino puna o te matauranga ra,
Kia nui ai hoki matou katoa,
I taua puna tino nui rawa.

Chorus :
Hura! Hurei! Mo nga kaiako ra.
Hura! Hurei! Mo koutou katoa.
Kua noho nei i te nohoanga nui,
O Kingi Horomona-a-a.

Captain Cook's Song.

"If ever they were dull or sad,
The captain danced to them like mad,
Or told, to make the time pass, by,
Droll legends of his infancy."

—"Bab" Ballads.

Air: Sir Joseph's Song in "Pinafore.".

A sailor bold and free am I,
With a roving smile and a big black eye,
And assured by personal charms like these
And a really intense desire to please.
I have no hesitation in coming once more,
To see if things are better than they were before.

All:
We'll waive all apologies for coming once more,
To see if things are better than they were before.

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Even as a tender child of three
I made a point of discovery.
Virtue like this has a sure reward,
And I soon became acquainted with the pantry hoard.
And the water-melon jam grew so dear to me,
That mother soon decided I should go to sea.

All:
The water-melon jam grew so dear to he,
That his mother soon decided he should go to sea.

Well once at sea I sailed the world,
My flag to every breeze unfurled;
And a poignant private grief to me
Was the North Pole's inaccessibility.
But now my spirits are as light as air,
For the Doctor of the family has just been there.

All:
Hurrah! his spirits are as light as air,
For the Doctor of his family has just been there.

When first this pleasant land we saw,
The saucy cannibals lined the shore.
And it shone from each expectant mien
That as soon as we were ready then the dinner would begin.
But I had no gentlemen of the "cloth,"
And an extra cook would have spoiled the broth.

All:
So he Jet them lay without the cloth
And carefully abstained from interfering with the broth.

We originated commerce though
With the festive pig and the potato.
And for each dispute our infallible law
Was the anchor weighed at night. Taihoa !
For if weights are short day after day,
To weigh at night is the safest way.

All:
And we glow with pride that the game to-day
Is obviously modelled on our good old way.

But I must confess that I feel upset
That you haven't put up my statue yet.
And why should a gaol usurp my name,
And military lodgers share its fame?
It doesn't seem fair on a chap like me,
The next thing 'll be a University.

All:
No, it doesn't seem fair on a chap like he,
Tho' of course it might have been a University.

Reject from below for my British views,
I'm to tour on an "Empire-building" cruise
For ever and ever, but I'm not dismayed
For grandson Thomas^* is in the trade
And on every rock where it hasn't been yet
The flag of England shall be set.

All:
And on every rock where it hasn't been yet
The flag of England shall be set.

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Warriors' Chorus

"The Islanders of Rum-ti-foo
Are well-conducted persons, who
Approve a joke as much as you,
And laugh at it as such."—

—"Bab" Ballads.

Air: "Marching Through Georgia."

Kia ora tonu nga kai-ako ra,
Nga tino puna o te matauranga ra,
Kia nui ai hoki matou katoa,
I taua puna tino nui rawa.

Chorus :
Hura! Hurei! Mo nga kaiako ra,
Hura! Hurei! Mo koutou katoa.
Kua noho nei i te nohoaaga nui,
O Kingi Horomona-a-a.

Chorus

"Your mask, your paint, are not mere giddy superfluities
They serve to hide your blithering incongruities."

—Bogle on Skinner's "Ancient Maori."

Music Specially Written by Mr. J. Maughan Barnett.

Now the modern Maori Lion uses corrugated iron
Where his grandsire fenced with warning hand.
With our missionary ardour, yes, we sometimes filled his larder
But mostly got possession of his land.
And the price for being weak was paid to us, the meek,
Who had humbly learned the lesson of the "Bow."
That the cause of man and right may be helped by dynamite.
And the Brave may be the victims of the blow.

Refrain :
And this is a sign that we may know
And prepare the recoil of the bended bow.

Praise the battle-loving fighter who was never such a blighter
As to lease his weapons to a slave.
Though his son may pawn his taiaha and may use our Black Maria,
Yet mighty were the buffets that he gave.
But our Cook could fix his eyes on fields of enterprise
To be won and to be holden by the brave.
For he knew the Union Jack was no shelter for the slack
But a token of the Empire of the Wave.

Refrain :
Let this be a sign that men may know
We are ready the call of the bended bow.