Sung by: Mrs. Russell Vaughan
Recorded Memphis, TN

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As I was out walking
For pleasure one day,
For sweet recreation
To while the time away.
As I sat amusing
Myself on the grass,
Oh, who should I spy
But a fair Indian lass?

She sat down beside me
And, taking my hand,
Says, “You are a stranger
And in a strange land,
But if you will follow,
You’re welcome to come
And dwell in the cottage
That I call my home.”

‘Twas early one morning,
One morning in May,
When to this fair maiden,
These words I did say:
“I’m going to leave you,
So farewell, my dear.
My ship’s sails are spreading,
And homeward I steer.”

The last time I saw her,
She stood on the stand,
And as my boat passed her,
She waved me her hand,
Saying, “When you have landed
With the girl that you love,
Just think of Little Mohee
In the coconut grove.”

And when I had landed
On my own native shore,
With friends and relations
Around me once more,
I gazed all about me--
Not one could I see
That was fit to compare
With my pretty 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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