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OUR TERRITORIALS.

(Sung by the Maori Contingent, Avondale Camp, Auckland, November,'l9i4.)

There'a'a brown New Zealand boy, Fond of pleasure—full of joy— He is only jußt a Msori, you will say: But if England goes to war He is that and something more, He's a Briton, lion-hearted, like today. And when he's to the front, Off to bear the battle brunt, He must go with all the comforts that he can. And there's nothing for the camp, Or in action, or on trump, Like a rousing song to cheer a fighting man.

Hapainga ra taiaha, te iwi kia kaha! Tapiki iho kinga taonga 0 tenei kingi pai. Kia hari ra New Zealand, tu turu kite pai; Kore he wei a kaha tonu, Ka kokiri haere ra. In our of need, Ev'ry race and ev f ry creed Will rally to defend her in the fight; Be they yellow, blick or brown, In Dominions of the Crown, At heart they prove the whitest of the white. lE^i&fe So Pakeha take pride i In the Maori at your aide, With haka help to make this [message ring—"lt is well with Empire's course "When loyalty, not force," Makes territorial soldiers for"; the King." ..;~^_J^^J& With our taiaha in band Let the foeman understand l^'if^' That the spirit of our lathers"_ still survives; And it never shall be told That the Rangatiras hold Less dearly to their mana than their lives. So our heroes long time dead Shall awake to haka tread, To lead their Maori sons the battle through; While Rangi in the sky, Shall rejoice to hear the cry Of the territorial warriors of Tu. Where the Kaiser's heel has trod, In the blasphemed name of God, la a trail of terror, murder, lust and loot: And our tears in pity start For that land of lion heart— You, gallant little Belgium we salute. And although a nation's flag In itself is coloured rag, It stands for all we cherish and revere; So all honour let us yield To our allies in the field, And give their flag 3 a ringing British cheer. —Verses by H. S. B. Ribbandß;. chorus by P. H. Tomoana.—Published by Chas. Begg and Co., Dunedin and Wellington.

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Hononga pūmau ki tēnei tūemi

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King Country Chronicle, Volume VIII, Issue 732, 23 December 1914, Page 6

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Tapeke kupu
369

OUR TERRITORIALS. King Country Chronicle, Volume VIII, Issue 732, 23 December 1914, Page 6

OUR TERRITORIALS. King Country Chronicle, Volume VIII, Issue 732, 23 December 1914, Page 6

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