LITTLE MOHEE (THE PRETTY MOHEE; LITTLE MOHEA) Sung by: Mrs. Russell Vaughan Recorded Memphis, TN Click here to listen to the original recording For pleasure one day, For sweet recreation To while the time away. As I sat amusing Myself on the grass, Oh, who should I spy But a fair Indian lass? She sat down beside me And, taking my hand, Says, “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.” ‘Twas early one morning, One morning in May, When to this fair maiden, These words I did say: “I’m going to leave you, So farewell, my dear. My ship’s sails are spreading, And homeward I steer.” The last time I saw her, She stood on the stand, And as my boat passed her, She waved me her hand, Saying, “When you have landed With the girl that you love, Just think of Little Mohee In the coconut grove.” And when I had landed On my own native shore, With friends and relations Around me once more, I gazed all about me-- Not one could I see That was fit to compare With my pretty Mohee. 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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