New Guinea morons
they came to mine our land
and built they country;
as you were breast-feeding at Kavaronau.
Morose New Guineans, they were to our land,
our women and children.
Unjust they were to our culture and tradition;
as you were breast-feeding at Kavaronau.
Dastard New Guineans, they scolded
as ka-ka showed them his bows-and-arrows
at Panguna;
as you were breast-feeding at Kavaronau.
Coward New Guineans, they became
as you left your cocoon—calling them for a meet—
with they gun.
My freedom fighter
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