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114 Flung for gift on Taupo's face,

Sign that spring is come—

Buy my clinging myrtle

And I'll give you back your home!

Buy my English posies!

Ye that have your own

Buy them for a brother's sake

Overseas, alone.

Weed ye trample underfoot

Floods his heart abrim—

Bird ye never heeded,

Oh, she calls his dead to him!