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SONG OF THE COLONISTS DEPARTING FOR NEW ZEALAND, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Steer, helmsman, till you steer our way
Last Line: We'll plough a smiling land.
Subject(s): Immigrants; New Zealand; Emigrant; Emigration; Immigration


STEER, helmsman, till you steer our way,
By stars beyond the line;
We go to found a realm, one day,
Like England's self to shine.

CHORUS.

Cheer up! cheer up! our course we'll keep,
With dauntless heart and hand;
And when we've ploughed the stormy deep,
We'll plough a smiling land --

A land, where beauties importune
The Briton to its bowers,
To sow but plenteous seeds, and prune
Luxuriant fruits and flowers.
Chorus. -- Cheer up! cheer up! &c.

There, tracts uncheered by human words,
Seclusion's wildest holds,
Shall hear the lowing of our herds,
And tinkling of our folds.
Chorus. -- Cheer up! cheer up! &c

Like rubies set in gold, shall blush
Our vineyards girt with corn;
And wine, and oil, and gladness gush
From Amalthea's horn.
Chorus. -- Cheer up! cheer up! &c.

Britannia's pride is in our hearts,
Her blood is in our veins --
We'll girdle earth with British arts,
Like Ariel's magic chains.

CHORUS.

Cheer up! cheer up! our course we'll keep,
With dauntless heart and hand;
And when we've ploughed the stormy deep,
We'll plough a smiling land.





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