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HURRAH FOR NEW ZEALAND.

 

SAID Freedom to Britain, that bold little nation,
  “I’ve lately discovered a fine piece of land,
And as I intend there to ’stablish a station,
  I want your best children to give me a hand.
        Like thee, on the water,
        Thy beautiful daughter,
A nymph of the ocean sits proud and elate;
        Then give me a few men,
        Thy brave and thy true men,
To live and to work on my Southern estate,
        My Southern estate,
        My Southern estate.
In majesty rises a bold and a free land,
        The starry cross glows
        O’er the unsullied snows
That crown her grand mountains—“Hurrah for New Zealand!”

Then Britain to Freedom said, “Loving defender,
  Thy wish is my law, I’m a debtor to thee;
Pick out loyal hearts who will honour and tend her,
  And make my fair daughter a Queen of the Sea.
        My Celt and my Saxon
        Shall ne’er turn their backs on
The minions of tyranny, envy, or hate,
        Should they dare assail her,
        My sons shall not fail her,
Their strong arms shall fence in thy Southern estate,
        Thy Southern estate,
        Thy Southern estate.
In majesty rises a bold and a free land,
        The starry cross glows
        O’er the unsullied snows
That crown her grand mountains—Hurrah for New Zealand!”