(Translation.)
Arise, arise,
O soldiers of the fort!
Of this pa and of that,
Lest ye go down to death.
High up, high up, the thundering surf
On Harihari's cliffs resounds,
And loud the wailing sea
Beats on the Mokau coast.
And here am I, on guard,
Seeking, searching, peering,
As on those rocky crags
The sea-hawk sits
And watches for his prey,
Oh! dauntless be.
Soon will the sun
Rise flaming o'er the world!