Collected by: James Ward Lee
and Ralph P. Roberts for
Mary Celestia Parler
Transcribed by James Ward Lee
Sung by: Lizzie Maguire
Ralph E . Roberts Reel 241 Item 5
An I went a -roving for pleasure one day,
For self recreation as the time passed away,
As I set amusing myself on my grass,
Oh , who should I spy but a young Indian lass?
She came sit down by me and taken up my hand,
Says "You look like a stranger but not on this land."
Together we did wander together we did go,
Till we came to the cottage where the coconuts grow.
Says she, "My,dear fair one, if you'll never more roam,
We'll live here together in a snug little home;
If you be contented and stay here with me,
I'll teach you the language of the Island Mohee."
Says I, "My dear fair one that never could be
For I have a sweetheart in my own country,
I'll never forsake her and I know she won't me,
For her heart is as true as the Island Mohee."
One morning so early in the bright month of May,
Twas enough to break her heart those words I did say,
"I'm going to leave you and it's goodbye my dear
For my ship is now sailing and it's home I must steer."
The last time I saw her she was on the sea sand,
And as I sailed by her she waved me her hand,
Saying, "When your safe landed in your native shore,
Will you think of the maiden where the coconuts grows."
N ow I am safe landed in my own native shore,
My friends and relations are around me once more,
But of all the fair maidens I ever did see,
There is none to compare with the Island Mohee.
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