The lamplights are aglow
on the streets of Sheffield
and the evening dew has settled
on green blades underfoot
HOP-HOP-STOMP
Down the pavement comes the procession
batons awhirl and cymbals clatter
sneakers red and sneakers blue
hearts and smiles are on the march
HOP-HOP-STOMP
Charming the spirit of Nooralie
wives with spears in the air
Doppler drone of the thunner-spale
drifts through the ville, sonorous
HOP-HOP-STOMP
Clad in their modern-day lap-lap
the new stomp of a kapa haka
unbridled joy enthusiastic
with humble attire -- paper, not plastic
