O HAD you tracked where Kendall trod 
        I think you would be kneelin’ 
Three times a week and thankin’ God 
        That you are of New Zealan’! 
For this I’ll say, to make it short, 
        An’ keep my tongue from clacken— 
The people are a kinder sort 
        You’re singin’ for, Tom Bracken.
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