Give welcome call from Maiki;
And give that call in open day.
Revenge as that of Manaia
Is working now, and is at war,
And love for past sits in the brain
And Tu the god of war and death,
Are in the feet, and o ye tribes
Let acts be like our words
That land shall still be held
By right as held in days of yore,
Oh Ha, then tell it all to death
And let life hear it to as well,
That I am still but poor,
And he is peacing with his spear.
Oh Ha, the news has also come
Of Nga-ti-moe-rangaranga
Of Rua-rangi, the single full grown animal
And do you ward him off,
And push, and put him on one side
With gentle act, yet tis his wish
To tempt us to rescind his wealth o Ha.

A sacred incantation chanted in going into war.

(see note in Maori)