Collected by Karl T. Gosnell Sung by Annie Owens
For Mary C. Parler Ola, Arkansas
November 27, 1958
Reel 272, Item 14
The Pretty Mohee
As I went out walkin’ for pleasure one day,
In sweet recreation to while time away;
As I set amusin' myself on the grass,
Oh, who should I spy but a fair Indian lass!
She sat down beside me, she took my hand;
Saying, "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."
The sun was fast sinkin' far o’er the deep blue sea When I wandered along with my pretty Mohee;
Together we wandered, together we roved,
Till we came to the cottage in the coconut grove.
Then this kind expression she made unto me,
"If you will consent, sir, to stay here with me And go no more rovin’ upon the salt sea,
I’ll learn you the language of the lass of Mohee."
"Oh, no, my dear maiden, that never could be;
For I have a true love in my own country;
And I would not forsake her for I know she loves me;
And her heart is as true as the Pretty Mohee."
’Twas early one morning, one morning in May That to this fair maiden these words he did say,
"Im goin’ to leave you, so farewell, my dear;
My ship sails are spreadin’, and home I must steer."
The last time he saw her she stood on the sand,
And as his boat passed her she waved him her hand;
Saying, "When you have landed with the girl that you love, Think of the little Mohee in the coconut grove."
And then when he landed on his own native shore With friends and relations around him once more,
He gazed all around him, not one could he see That was fit to compare with the pretty Mohee.
And the girl that he trusted to him proved untrue;
So he turned his course backward, from the land did flee;
He turned his course backward, far o’er the deep sea And he'll spend all his days with the pretty Mohee.
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