Collected by Sue Holley and Sung by Oscar Smith
Helen McAllister Westville, Oklahoma
For Mary Celestia Parler July 22, 1959
Transcribed by Sue Holley and
Helen McAllister Reel 289, Item 7
As I was out walking For pleasure one day In sweet recreation To pass time away
As I was amusing Myself on the grass Who should I spy but A fair native lass.
She sat down beside me Took hold of my hand Saying you are a stranger And in a strange land
But if you will follow You are welcome to go And dwell in my cottage In the cocoanut grove.
Together we wandered Together did roam Till we came to her cottage She called it her home.
She said if you'll consent sir And stay here with me I'll teach you the language Of the little Mohee.
Oh no my fair maiden This never can be For I have a true love In my own country.
I'll never forsake her For I know she loves me
(Cont'd)Little Mohee Reel 289, Item Continued
And her heart is as true as My pretty Mohee.
It was early one morning One morning in May Into this fair maiden These words I did say,
I'm going to leave you So farewell my dear My ship sails are ready And homeward I steer.
My ship had started She stood on the sand And as my ship passed by her She waved me her hand,
Saying when you have landed With the girl that you love Think of the Mohee In the cocoanut grove.
And when I had landed On my own native shore With friends and relations Around me once more
I gazed all about me But none could I see That was fit to compare with My little Mohee.
So I turned my ship backward From this land will I flee And I'll spend all my days with My little Mohee.
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