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With a bulky bag in my hand,

And in my pocket, just one grand,

With no one to welcome,

Neither relatives nor a friend,

Neither a big brass band,

I have come to this land,

To see its scenery and sand,

To acclimatize to nouveau weather,

And to gaze at its gawky feather,

I have come to this land…

Called New Zealand…