JoyThe morning delights us, all nature invites us,
To taste her enjoyments wherever we rove;
Then, come, let us wander where streamlets meander,
Or through the dark forest, or pine shady grove.

Chorus—Let’s go a bushranging, &c.

MāoriThe wild sons of nature, though warlike in feature,
Shall smile thee a welcome, appearing serene;
While New Zealand Flora and Faunastrains of the tui, whose sweetness will woo thee,
Shall render enchantments enliv’ning each scene.

Let’s go a bushranging, &c.

Work; LandLo! see yon bush clearing, its aspect how cheering!
Where Industry toils, and fresh gardens do grow;
The axe still resounding, hard labour abounding,
While bushmen exult o’er the forest laid low.

Let’s go a bushranging, &c.

EmpireBritannia may glory, repeating the story,
Of sons ever hardy, extending her sway;
Work; ChangeWhile woodlands encumbered, for ages unnumbered,
Must to their bold enterprize ever give way.

We’ll go a bushranging, &c.