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In distant New Zealand, whose tresses of gold The billows are ceaselessly combing, Away in a village all tranquil and old I came on a market where porkers were sold-- A market for pigs in the gloaming.
And Maoris in plenty in picturesque rig The lands of their forefathers roaming, Were weighing their swine, whether little or big, For purchasers paid by the weight of the pig The weight of the pig in the gloaming.