NEW ZEALAND
I Sonic tidks like* old Knglaiul, and lis lar.u'e and crowded streets Where one may see the shoppers and The policemen on their heals. lint i£ive to me New Zealand when The sky's red in the morn And when, in golden Autumn, one; M«y see Hie waving corn. And then there's bonnie Scothmd. Willi the heather-laden breeze. And Folks like lo hear '.he m;ivi>. j;. The ITuitinU llowan trees. Dttl. Lome \"< w Zealand wills lis sweet and -inci! inu hay. Where Ii >" Jiullcrciio- ;c-.d d;:iM<'s blo'Mii I'.'jon a siiinnii"''- i;iy. Give to me .\ew Zealand. s!n*'s The country we all lovi . There's pastures arnj nd us, and T lie re's -clear blue skies above. And when the sun is sinking, "way Down in the golden west. 'Tis then I love :\ew Zealand. r tis The tii3;e I love her best.
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Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 5, Issue 16, 13 February 1942, Page 6
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142NEW ZEALAND Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 5, Issue 16, 13 February 1942, Page 6
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