The Maori's Wool Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDE FFGHIIJJ KKLLLLDE MMLLLLDE DDDDJJDE NNOOLLDE

The Maoris are a mighty race the finest ever knownA
Before the missionaries came they worshipped wood and stoneA
They went to war and fought like fiends and when the war was doneB
They pacified their conquered foes by eating every oneB
But now a days about the pahs in idleness they lurkC
Prepared to smoke or drink or talk or anything but workC
The richest tribe in all the North in sheep and horse and cowD
Were those who led their simple lives at Rooti iti auE
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'Twas down to town at Wellington a noble Maori cameF
A Rangatira of the best Rerenga was his nameF
The word Rerenga means a snag but until he was goneG
This didn't strike the folk he met it struck them later onH
He stalked into the Bank they call the Great Financial HellI
And told the Chief Financial Fiend the tribe had wool to sellI
The Bold Bank Manager looked grave the price of wool was highJ
He said We'll lend you what you need we're not disposed to buyJ
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You ship the wool to England Chief You'll find it's good adviceK
And meanwhile you can draw from us the local market priceK
The Chief he thanked them courteously and said he wished to stateL
In all the Rooti iti tribe his mana would be freatL
But still the tribe were simple folk and did not understandL
This strange finance that gave them cash without the wool in handL
So off he started home again with trouble on his browD
To lay the case before the tribe at Rooti iti auE
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They held a great korero in the Rooti iti clanM
With speeches lasting half a day from every leading manM
They called themselves poetic names lost children in a woodL
They said the Great Bank Manager was Kapai extra goodL
And so they sent Rerenga down full powered and well equippedL
To draw as much as he could get and let the wool be shippedL
And wedged into a Cargo Tank full up from stern to bowD
A mighty clip of wool went Home from Rooti iti auE
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It was the Bold Bank Manager who drew a heavy chequeD
Rerenga cashed it thoughtfully then clasped him round the neckD
A hug from him was not at all a thing you'd call a larkD
You see he lived on mutton birds and dried remains of sharkD
But still it showed his gratitude and as he pouched the pelfJ
I'll haka for you sir he said in honour of yourselfJ
The haka is a striking dance the sort they don't allowD
In any place more civilized than Rooti iti auE
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He haka'd most effectively then with an airy graceN
Rubbed noses with the Manager and vanished into spaceN
But when the wool return came back ah me what sighs and groansO
For every bale of Maori wool was loaded up with stonesO
Yes thumping great New Zealand rocks among the wool they foundL
On every rock the bank had lent just eighteen pence a poundL
And now the Bold Bank Manager with trouble on his browD
Is searching vainly for the chief from Rooti iti auE

Banjo Paterson (andrew Barton)



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