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Final Chorus:

"There's Something About New Zealand."

(Air: "Mucking About the Garden.")

England used to claim the waves, but now she waives the claim.
For lately Uncle Sam has begun to feel the same.
Italy has Mussolini; France has got the hump;
But there's a little island keeps them all upon the jump!

Chorus:
There's something about New Zealand—sovereigns simply flow!
Millions at a time!—spread their wings and go!
There's something about New Zealand—all the workers know!
There they hardly ever strike, because she minds 'em so!
You can see the finger of Government ev'ry where, ev'rywhere—
That is why the trains are all so slow!
Oh! there's something about New Zealand—things-will always grow!
There's wool and flax and little All Blacks, wherever you choose to go!
Englishmen are out of work, because there's none to do;
America is dry, and Spain is in the stew.
Russia's full of massacres committed years ago;
In such a dreadful state of things it's comforting to know—

Chorus:
There's something about New Zealand—sovereigns simply flow!
Millions at a time!—spread their wings and go!
There's something about New Zealand—all the workers know!
There they hardly ever strike, because she minds 'em so!
You can see the finger of Government everywhere, everywhere—
That is why the trains are all so slow!
Oh! there's something about New Zealand—things will always grow!
There's wool and llax and little All Blacks, wherever you choose to go!