For it's chaps of the town and country
And it's mates of the swampy green plain,
Draw your seats to the fire, and here's your desire,
A song of the country again --
   A rhyme of New Zealand again---
   Of the toilers with muscle and brain.
There's no one before us, so join in the chorus,
   We're going a-rhymng again!
 
David McKee Wright