Sung by: Mrs. Alice Isringhouse
Recorded in Holly Grove, AR 6/15/59

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As I was out roaming
For pastime one day,
In lonely creation
I chanced for a stay.

As I sat amusing
Myself in the sand,
Who could I spy coming
But a fair Indian maid.

She came up beside me,
Taken hold of my hand,
"I pray you're a stranger,
Not one of our land.

"But if you are willing,
To go follow me;
I'll teach you the language
Of the Indian Mohee."

"Fair maiden, fair maiden,
'Tis certain that I do,
For I have a sweetheart
In my native home true.

"And I'll never forsake her,
For I know she loves me,
And her heart is as true as
The Indian Mohee."

One morning, one morning,
At the break of the day,
I grieved her poor heartache.
To her I did say:

"I am going to leave you,
So I'll bid you farewell;
My ship sets for sailing,
And homeward I'll sail."

As they rode my ship by her,
She stood on the sand,
And as the ship passed on by her,
She waved a small hand.

Saying, "When you get home, sir,
To your own native shore,
Remember the maiden
In the coconut grove."

And now in surf landed
On my own native shore;
My friends and relations,
I'll see them once more.

But of all things around me,
And of all things I see,
I've decided to go back
To the Indian Mohee.

So I turned my ship backwards,
And backward did he,
To live and to die with
His little Indian Mohee.

Also found in Randolph, Vol. I, #63, "The Pretty Mohee"; Brown, Vol. II, #110, "Little Mohea"; and Belden, p. 144, "Little Mohea."

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