SONGS. 
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Kg te Tangi a te Ngahuru. 
Ngahuru’s Lament. 
E mnri aliiahi ka totoko te 
aroha, 
Wairua o te hanga ka wehe i 
akan. 
Wai te teretere, e rere i wa- 
ho ra ? • 
Non, e te Kohu ! E hoki 
kouton, 
Kip a ki te whenua, ki Ma- 
ketn raia. 
Tenei matou, kei runga i te 
toka. 
Me rauhi mai te wairua kau, 
Te waka rae! i tataia mai. 
Toroa i te wai, kia paia atu 
koe, 
Haere ki raro ra, ki Hauraki 
raia, 
Hei matakitaki mate nni a 
Timaru, 
Nei ka pae noa ki Maukaha 
raia, i ! 
In the evening my love melts 
within me, 
For the spirit of the being who is 
separated from me. 
Whose is the company that sails 
along yonder ? 
It is thine, 0 Kohu ! But do you 
return, 
Towards the mainland, even to 
Maketu. 
Here are we, clinging to a rock. 
We may weep over the wreck 
Of the canoe, alas ! which was 
so gaily adorned 
With Albatross feathers from the 
ocean to excite admiration, 
When we went northward to Hau- 
raki, 
And were looked upon with envy 
by the Ngatimaru. 
But now it is wrecked upon Mau- 
kaha, Alas ! 
Te Tangi a te Uira/' 
Uria’s Lament. 
Ba te haeata, The bright sun-beams 
Takiri ana Shoot down upon 
* Te Uira was a lady of great rank, and mother of the celebrated warrior 
and renowned orator, Te Maniapoto, chief of the tribe of Ngatimaniapoto, living 
on the banks of the Waikato river, near the borders of the Taupo Lake. At 
the time of her decease, he was at Tauwhara, a high mountain near Waipaihi, 
digging red ochre with his principal warriors ; the dying mother could see the 
mountain from her death bed, and remarked that it came between her and 
the spot where her son, sometimes called Te Amo, was at work ; she desired 
her weeping friends not to try to console her ; that she had but a short time to 
live, and wished thus to show her love for her son, as she was now about to 
join her departed husband. 
