Invitation a la Valse.

Tune—"Keep off the Grass."—front "Toreador."

If you wants to get on the land,
Get on the land,
You will find a welcomin' 'and
Upon the strand,
We are 'ungry warriors all,
Yes, every inch,
We 'ave room for one and all,
Yes, at a pinch.

Chorus of Men.
Kamate Hi! Ka ora He! Tenai te Hu!
Get on the land, get on the land,
You'll find a welcome most hearty,
'Twont be our fault
If you lack salt:
So come to our small dinner party.

"An accute accentuation of supremest ecstasy—which the earthy might easily mistake for indigestion." —Patience.

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"When he's excited he uses language that would make your hair curl"

—Ruddigore.