(THE PRETTY MOHEE)
Sung by: Lowell Harness
Recorded in Pangburn, AR 7/29/63
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A sweet declaration I scarcely can say,
But while I sat ‘musing myself in the shade,
All who could come near me was a young Indian maid.
And as she passed by me, she waved her little hand,
Saying, “You are a stranger, and in a strange land,
But if you will follow, you’re welcome to come
And share with the Mohea what she calls her home.”
“Oh, no, my dear maiden, that never can be,
For I have a true love far over the sea.
And I’ll never forsake her, and I know she won’t me.
Her heart is true as the little Mohea.”
Now I have got home to my own native shore.
My friends and relations gathered ‘round me once more.
I looked all around me, but none could I see
That I could compare with my little Mohea.
Also found in Randolph, Vol. I, #63, “The Pretty Mohee”; Brown, Vol. II, #110, “Little Mohea”; and Belden, p. 144, “Little Mohea.”