Collected by Marvin Wallace For Mary C. Parler Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by Buck Buttery Lincoln, Arkansas
August 19, 1958
Reel 281, Item 16
As I was out walking for pleasure one day,
With sweet recollection just to while time away,
I sat down amusing myself on the grass;
Who did I spy but a fair Indian lass.
She sat down beside me and taken my hand,
Saying, You are a stranger and in a strange land.
My father’s a chieften, a chieften is he,
And I'm his only daughter; my name is Mohee.
This bold expression she made unto me,
If you will consent, sir, to stay here with me And go no more roving upon the salt sea,
I'll teach you the language of the little Mohee.
Oh, no, my dear maiden; that never can be,
For I have 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.
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 home I must steer.
The last time I saw her she stood on the sand;
And as my boat passed her, she waved me her hand,
Saying, When you have landed with the girl that you love, Think of the pretty Mohee in the cocoanut grove.
And when I had landed on my own native shores,
With friends and relations around me once more,
I gazed all about me—not one could I see That was fit to compare with the little Mohee.
And the girl I had trusted proved untrue to me,
So I'll turn ray course backward far over the sea.
I'll turn my course backward, from this land I'll flee; I'll spend my last days with the little Mohee.
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