Oh, Moriori told me the story How Moriori's perished
It seems that the Maori, tough as the Kauri Conquered the land he cherished
He came from the sea, predetermined to be The lord of the land he discovered
The Moa became his favourite game While poor Moriori muttered
No Moa, no Moa In old Orotiroa
Can't get him, they bid him They're gone and there ain't no Moa
Now, old Moriori told me the story How all the Maris hunted
This fabulous bird, feared I have heard As big as you've ever wanted
And using their wits, they dug my...
Body pits, and to them the Moa tumbled And as you would think, they soon were extinct
While poor Moriori mumbled
No Moa, no Moa In old Orotiroa
Can't get him, they bid him They're gone and there ain't no Moa
Now, old Moriori told me the story How Moriori's perished
It seems like the Mari, tough as the Kauri Old Moriori's banished
Parry was the last link with the past That soon father time would sever
The last thing he said before he was dead Will ring down the years forever
No Moa, no Moa In old Orotiroa
Can't get him, they bid him They're gone and there ain't no Moa
No Moa, no Moa In old Orotiroa
Can't get him, they bid him They're gone and there ain't no Moa
No Moa, no Moa In old Orotiroa