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Observer, Volume 3, Issue 73, 4 February 1882, Page 324

Bright the silvery waves were glancing, Lightly danced our tiny boat ; Lightly, too, our hearts were dancing, On the buoyant waves afloat. There, with Heaven's blue vault above — None to note my pit-a-pat-ah ! There I wooed and won my love, O ut upon the Waitemata ! Chorus — Hey, my sweet inamorata ! Ho, the slighted grand Regatta ! Oh, the pleasure, Past all measure, Out upon the Waitemata ! Yes, I won her. . . " Hence these tears !" Floating down Life's rapid river, With the fresh succeeding years Come fresh sorrows to my quiver ! Now, six pairs of leathery lungs Give the wind for endiess squalling ; And to-day six clamorous tongues In my troubled ears are bawling : — Chorus — " Take us down to the Regatta !" While c'en my stout inamorata Is calling too — " Come let us view The bright and blissful Waitemata !" Still the waters brightly beam, Still the sun is gladly shining ; But the want of " Love's young dream " Leaves me moody and repining. Many still are light and gay, Youths and maids arc " spooning " — sighing; Savage are my thoughts this day — Savagely I still am crying : — Chorus — " Oh, the cursed Waitemata ! Blast this blooming blowed Regatta ! Come with me And have some tea, Fat and fond inamorata .'" The Black Knight. Auckland, January 30, 1882.