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American Ballads and Folk Songs________
The last time I saw her, she knelt on the strand. Just as my boat passed her, she waved me her hand,
Saying, "When you get over with the girl that you love, Oh, remember the Mohee in the cocoanut grove."
And when I had landed with the girl that I love,
Both friends and relations gathered round me once more.
I gazed all about me. Not one did I see That really did compare with my little Mohee.
And the girl I had trusted had proved untrue to me, So I says: "I'll turn my courses back over the sea.
"I'll turn my courses and backward I'll flee, I'll go and spend my days with the little Mohee."