Collected by Mary C. Parler
As I was out roaming For pleasure one day In sweet recollection To while time away,
While I was amusing Myself in the shade Oh, who could I spy there,
But a sweet Indian maid.
And as she approached me She gave me her hand,
Saying, you are a stranger, And in a strange land.
But if you will follow,
I will sure you to come,
To come to a cottage That I call my own.
Together we wandered,
Together we roamed,
Till we came to a cottage In a coconut grove.
Now if you’ll consent, sir,
To stay here with me,
I’ll teach you the language Of the little Mohee.
But it was on one morning,
One morning in May Up to this fair maiden These words I did say:
I'm going to leave you,
So now it's farewell;
My ship's sails are spreading And home I must sail
The last time I saw her She was standing on the sand, And as I went past her She gave me her hand.
Inez Gibson Fayetteville, Ark. May 18, 1956
Reel 311, Item 2
-more—Saying, when you have landed On your own native shore With friends and relations Around you once more,
Then look all around you,
Your loved ones to see,
And then please remember The little Mohee,
So now I have landed On my own native shore With friends and relations Around me once more.
I look all around me,
But none can I see,
That I can compare with My pretty Mohee.
So I'll turn my course backward Far o'er the deep sea,
And spend the rest of my days with My little Mohee,
Little Mohee Reel 311, Item 2 Continued
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