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SONGS. 
lie Waiata Aroha. 
A love song, composed by a yonng woman of the Nga-ti- 
kahununui tribe. 
Mapnnapuna ai, 
He wai kei aku kamo; 
1ST oho mai i roto na, 
Kei korcrotia nahaku tonu koe. 
Kei ringa mau, e ! 
Mo te Maunu ra, 
E kai nei i au. 
Me tangi atu au, 
E kika, ki a koe, 
Te tangi a Tinirau, 
Ki tana mokai, lcia Tutunui, 
Ka mate i a Ngae. 
Na! 
The tears gush from my eyes, 
My eyelashes are wet with tears ; 
But stay my tears within, 
Lest you should be called mine. 
Alas! I am betrothed (literally, my 
hands are bound). 
It is for te Maunu, 
That m}’ love devours me. 
But I may weep indeed, 
Beloved one, for thee. 
Like Tinirau’s lament 
For his favorite pet, Tutunui, 
Which was slain by Ngae. 
Alas! 
He Waiata Arolia. 
A song, composed by a person whose friend had been taken prisoner 
by Hongi Hika, at the lliver Thames, in 1823. 
Takotomai te marino, 
Horahia i waho na; 
Hei paki omanga 
Mo Waowaotupuni. 
Noku te wareware, 
Te wai rangi au 
Te hukanga wai hoe, 
Nau, e Ahurei! 
Kai tonu ki te rae, 
Ki Kohirae; 
Marama te titiro 
Te puia i Wakaari. 
Kei te ruru tonu mai, 
Ka wehe te marino ! 
Hei kawe i a koe 
Te pou o te kupenga. 
Na Taramainuku, 
Kowai au ka kite. 
Kurehu ai te titiro, 
Smooth is the sea, 
Spread out in open space; 
Fair and clear 
For Waowaotupuni to run. 
The forgetfulness is mine, 
That I do not follow 
In the splash of the oar, 
Of thee, 0 Ahurei! 
With the eye to the point, 
Even to Kohirae; 
From whence can be seen 
The steam on Wakaari.* 
How fine and how calm, 
How smooth and how fair! 
To carry you 
To the post of the net. 
Of Taramainuku, 
A stranger to me. 
The sight has become dim, 
* White Island, in the Bay of Plenty, a smoking crater. 
