Opening Chorus.

Air: "Kermesse Chorus" (Faust).

Glorious country, isle so fair,
Sunny climate, cloudless air,
Home of the Maori, land of the fern,
Beauty reigning where'er we turn,
By thy legislators' ardour
Hast thou bettered Nature's aim,
By the tourist hast thou reached
Universal fame.

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Here is no city's smoke, no city's din,
Far away from poverty, strife and sin;
Here 'neath the grassy slopes on harbours grand,
Stately homes and palaces proudly stand.
By the Government's devotion,
Peace and plenty fills the state—
Every worker, every man,
Happy with his fate.

Be you a fisherman, be you a shot,
Here your very heart's desire may be got;
Be you a Socialist, be you a peer,
Hospitality untold waits you here.
All are welcome but Celestials
To this earthly paradise;
"God's own country" ever shall
To perfection rise.