Mary Jo Davis
For M. C . Parler
Sung by Mrs. Jim Crymes
DeValls Bluff, Arkansas
June 13, 1954
The Lassa Mohee
As I went out walking, for pleasure one day,
In sweet resurrection (recreation) to while time away,
As I sit amusing my self on the grass,
Oh, who should I spy, but a fair indian lass.
She came sit down beside me, and taken my hand,
Says, you are a stranger, and into strange land,
But, if you will follow, you're welcome to come,
And dwell in the cottage I call my home.
Together we wandered, together we roamed,
'Til we came to the cottage in the coconut grove,
Now these kind expressions she made unto me,
Sir, if you will contend to stay here with me,
And go no more roving, far over the deep sea,
I'll teach you the language of the Lassa Mohee.
Oh, no, my dear maiden, that never could bo,
For I have a true lover, in my own country,
And I'll never forsake her, for I know she loves me,
And her heart is as sweet as the Lassa Mohee.
'Twas early one morning, a morning in May,
When to this fair maiden those words I did say,
I'm going to leave you, so farewell my dear,
My ship sails a'spreading and home I must steer.
The last time I saw her, she stood in the sand,
And as my boat passed her, she waved me her han d,
Saying when you have landed on the far native shore,
With friends and relations all around you once more,
Just think of the little Mohee, in the coconut grove.
So when I had landed on my own native shore,
With friends and relations all around me once more,
I gazed all around me, not none could I see,
That was fit to compare with the Lassa Mohee.
So I'll turn my course backward, far over the deep sea,
And I'll go spend my days with the Lassa Mohee.
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