Hunter River.
SWIFT-FOOTED warriors of our band,
Haste ye and do not tarry;
Gird ye like men from white man’s land
And hie to Port Macquarie.
There will you see the great canoe
Sheltered from every breeze,
Altho’ she rolls and pitches now
In yonder stormy seas!
(John Dunmore Lang)
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