THE LITTLE MOHEE
(THE PRETTY MOHEE; LITTLE MOHEA)
Sung by: Kenneth Harber
Recorded in Calico Rock, AR, 7/2/52
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A sweet recreation, to while time away--
As I was amusing myself on the grass,
Who should pass by me but a fair Indian lass?
She sat down beside me and, taking my hand,
Saying, "I know you're a stranger and in a strange land,
But if you will follow you're welcome to come
And dwell in the cot that I call my home."
"Oh, now, my dear maiden, this never can be,
For I've a true love in my own country;
And I'll not forsake her, for I know she loves me,
And her heart is as true as the little Mohee."
One morning, one morning, one morning in May,
Unto my fair maiden these words I did say:
"I'm going to leave you, so fare you well, dear;
My ship sails tomorrow and I must leave you here."
The last time I saw her, she stood on the sand;
And when I sailed by her she waved me her hand,
Saying, "When you get back to the girl that you love,
Just think of the little Mohee in the coconut grove."
And when I got back to my own native shore,
My friends and relations around me once more,
I looked all about me, but none could I see
That was fit to compare with the little Mohee.
The girl that I loved proved untrue to me,
So I'll turn my course backward far o'er the dark sea.
I'll turn the course backward, from this land I'll flee,
And I'll spend all my days with the little Mohee.
Also found in Randolph, Vol. I, #63, "The Pretty Mohee"; Brown, Vol. II, #110, "Little Mohea"; and Belden, p. 144, "Little Mohea."