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LITTLE MOHEA (THE PRETTY MOHEE) Sung by: Lowell Harness Recorded in Pangburn, AR 7/29/63 Click here to listen to the original recording A sweet declaration I scarcely can say, But while I sat ‘musing myself in the shade, All who could come near me was a young Indian maid. And as she passed by me, she waved her little hand, Saying, “You are a stranger, and in a strange land, But if you will follow, you’re welcome to come And share with the Mohea what she calls her home.” “Oh, no, my dear maiden, that never can be, For I have a true love far over the sea. And I’ll never forsake her, and I know she won’t me. Her heart is true as the little Mohea.” Now I have got home to my own native shore. My friends and relations gathered ‘round me once more. I looked all around me, but none could I see That I could compare with my little Mohea. Also found in Randolph, Vol. I, #63, “The Pretty Mohee”; Brown, Vol. II, #110, “Little Mohea”; and Belden, p. 144, “Little Mohea.” |
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