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198 AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
"I'm going to leave you, so farewell my dear;
My ship's sails are spreading and home I must steer."
The last time I saw her she stood on the strand; And as the boat passed her she waved me her hand, Saying, "When you have landed with the girl that you
love, Think of little Mohea in the cocoanut grove."
And then when I 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 the little Mohea.
And the girl that I trusted proved untrue to me; So I'll turn my course backward far o'er the deep sea. I'll turn my course backward; from this land I'll flee; I'll go spend my days with my pretty Mohea.
92 (A) KATIE'S SECRET
The sunlight is beautiful, mother,
And bloom the flowers today; And birds in the branches of hawthorne
Were carolling ever so gay; And down by the rock in the meadow
The rill ripples by with a song, And, mother, I too have been singing
The merriest all the day long.