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Waiata Poi
Words & music by Alfred Hill, 1904

Mara Maori maiden brown famed for poi play.
Far on winds her name is blown, dusky lithesome faye.
Kiarite kiarite poi poritite tapara patua
Hei ha hei! Hei ha! Hei ha hei! Hei ha!

Watch her supple wrist and the pois twirl and twist.
Hear the gentle rapping
'gainst the raupo wrapping
of this fascinating thing.
- tiny ball on end of string.
Tiny ball!  Tiny ball!
Hei!  Hei!  Hei!  Ha!

Mark the sound her piu-piu makes as her body moves.
That it is enchanted flax such sweet music proves.
Kiarite kiarite poi poritite tapara patua
Hei ha hei! Hei ha! Hei ha hei! Hei ha!