Through Hutt’s vale the Erratonga
Smooth and clear meand’ring glides,
Where wild nature blooms in beauty,
Clothes with grandeur both its sides;
While the lofty mountain ranges
All around their pride declare,
Forests evergreen displaying,
Fragrant shrubs perfume the air.

’Twas beside this lovely river,
Where it gently winds its way,
’Mong the willows lean’d a lover,
Mourned his dearest far away:—
“Ever may ye flow, sweet river,
Bliss diffusing round,” he cried;
“Ye remind me of those pleasures
I with my true love enjoyed.

“Oft, by such a stream as thou art,
Fondly we our joys express’d;
“Vowing true love to each other,
As I strain’d her to my breast.
“Why should fate thus now divide us,
Roaring oceans roll between?
“Oft my heart is wrung with anguish,
Musing on our parting scene.

“Then I thought the time might hasten,
When with plenty I’d return;
“How it lingers, while it grieves me,
She must long my absence mourn.
“Oh! may Heaven still preserve her,
Kindly me to her restore;—
“What on earth will e’er divide us,
When we meet to part no more.”