collected by sung by Mrs. Montie Martin
Brenda Jo Upton Jasper, Arkansas
April 25, 1962
Reel 401 Item 11
Come all you young people Where ever you may be And I'll tell you of the story Of the pretty Mohee
When I was walking For pleasure one day,
Oh who could I spy But the pretty Mohee.
She sat down beside me
And taken my hand
Says you look like a stranger
Not one of our land.
And if you will follow You're welcome to go For I live with my parents In a snug little home.
Together we rambled Together we roamed Til we came to the cottage Where the coconuts grow.
The last time I saw her She stood on the sand,
As a boat passed by her She waved me her hand.
Saying when you are safe landed To your own native shore Think of little Mohee Where the coconuts grow.Reel 401, Item 11
PRETTY MOHEE page 2 (cont'd)
sung by Mrs. Montie Martin
Now I'm safe landed to my own native shore,
With friends and relations around me once more.
But none come around me Nor none do I see That can once comfort Like the little Mohee.
I'll turn my course backward And backward I'll flee,
And I'll go spend my days With the pretty Mohee.
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