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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.