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The March of Te Rauparaha.
  Pakeha harp-chords
  Tuned by the stranger.

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  Moan the waves,
  Moan the waves,
Moan the waves as they wash Tainui,
Moan the waves of dark Kawhia,
Moan the winds as they sweep the gorges,
Wafting the sad laments and wailings
Of the spirits that haunt the mountains—
Warrior souls, whose skeletons slumber
Down in the caverns, lonely and dreary,
Under the feet of the fierce volcano,
Under the slopes of the Awaroa!
  Moan the winds,
  Moan the winds,
Moan the winds, and waves, and waters,
Moan they over the ages vanished,
Moan they over the tombs of heroes,
Moan they over the mighty chieftains
Sprung from giants of far Hawaiki!
Moan they over the bones of Raka,
Moan they over the Rangatira
Toa, who founded the Ngatitoa!
Moan they over Wera Wera,
  Sire of him,
  Sire of him,
Sire of him they called Te Rauparaha!
Echoes of the craggy reeks,
Echoes of the rocky peaks,
  Echoes of the gloomy caves,
  Echoes of the moaning waves,
Echoes of the gorges deep,
Echoes of the winds that sweep
O’er Pirongia’s summit steep,

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