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 Bespoke a spirit proud and daring; The flashing of his eye confessed The courage mantling in his breast. The hoary warriors round him smiled Approval of his fervour wild; Recounting deeds themselves had done Ere yet their bloom of youth had flown.

Rise, Mytah! the graceful, and list to thy lover; The day is declining, my toils are all over; Fresh spoils from the stream and the forest I bring, And flowers wet with dew of the fragrance of Spring.

As the young blade of grass to the swift kangaroo So dear to me, Mytah, one kind glance from you: As the flowers love the dew-drops which nightly they sip, In thy smiles I would revel, and feast on thy lip.

Then haste thee thy faithful Moyarra to cheer With the sound of that voice which is sweet to mine ear;