American Ballads and Songs

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As I went out walking for pleasure one day, In sweet recreation to while time away; As I sat amusing myself on the grass, O who should I spy but a fair Indian lass.
She sat down beside me, and taking my hand Said "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."
The sun was fast sinking far o'er the blue sea, When I wandered alone with my pretty Mohea. Together we wandered, together did rove, Till we come to the cot in the cocoanut grove.
Then this kind expression she made unto me: " If you will consent, sir, to stay here with me And go no more roving upon the salt sea, I'll teach you the language of the lass of Mohea."
"0 no, my dear maiden, that never could be; For I have a true love in my own country; And I'll not forsake her for I know she loves me, And her heart is as true as the pretty Mohea."
'Twas early one morning, a morning in May, That to this fair maiden these words I did say: