SONGS. 
145 
Tenei matou, kei runga i to toka. 
Me rauhi mai te wairua kau, 
Te waka rae! i tataia mai. 
Toroa i te wai, kia paia atu koc, 
Haere ki raro ra, ki Hauraki 
raia, 
Hei matakitaki mate nui a Ti- 
maru. 
Nei ka pae noa ki Maukaha 
raia, i! 
Here are we, clinging to a rock. 
We may weep over the wreck 
Of the canoe, which was gaily 
adorned 
With albatross feathers, to excite 
admiration, 
When we went northward to Hau- 
raki, 
And be looked upon with envy by 
the Ngatimarn. 
But now it is wrecked upon Mau¬ 
kaha, Alas! 
Waiata Maori. 
Te Tangi 
Ka te haeata, 
Takiri ana 
Ki Tauwara ra; 
Pae tau arai ki a koe 
E Amo e aroha nei au. 
W aiho ra mata, 
Kia mihi au,— 
Kia roa i te mihinga— 
Ka tuku tenei, 
Ki te tai pouri, 
Ki taku makau mate. 
a te Uira.* 
The bright sun-beams 
Shoot down upon 
Tauwara, whose 
Lofty ridge veils thee from 
My sight. 0 Amo, my beloved, 
Leave me, that my eyes 
May grieve, and that 
They may unceasingly mourn, 
For soon must I descend 
To the dark shore— 
To my beloved, who has gone before. 
Since their acquaintance with Europeans, it is interesting 
to notice the changes which are constantly taking place in the 
language, and the facility with which they naturalize not only 
* 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 Tauwara, a high mountain near Wai- 
paihi, 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. 
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