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Oh, brothers! our race has a time-honoured story,
  With pride we look back on the days that are gone;
Before us, Fame holds in a halo of glory
  The map of our future, and beckons us on.
        The East with its pleasures,
        The West with its treasures.
The North with its lore, on our country shall wait;
        All freemen shall cheer her;
        And tyrants shall fear her,
For freedom’s at home on her Southern estate,
        Her Southern estate,
        Her 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!

 

 

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