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7. And the last time I saw her she was standing on the sand. As my ship sailed past her she waved me her hand, Saying, "When you get landed with the girl that you love, Think of the little Mohea in the cocoanut grove."
8. And when I got landed on my own native shore,
My friends and relations gathered around me once more. They gazed all about me; not one could I see That was fit to compare with my little Mohea.
9. And the girl that I trusted proved untrue to me; So I'll turn my course backward o'er the deep sea;
I will turn my course backward and far from this land I'll flee and go live with my pretty Mohea.
Copied from a manuscript in the possession of Miss Mary E. King, Gatlinburg, Sevier County, Tennessee, August 12, 1929.
1. As I went out walking for pleasure one day In sweet recollection to while time away; As I sat musing myself in the grass,
Oh, who should I spy but a fair Indian lass.
2. She sat down beside me, and taking my hand, Saying, "You are a stranger in a strange land, But if you will follow, you are welcome to come, And dwell in the country that I call my home."
3. The sun was fast sinking fair over the blue sea When I wandered alone with my pretty Mohea; Together we wandered; together we did roam, While we came to the cottage in the cocoanut grove.
4. This kind expression she made upon me:
"If you will consent, sir, to stay here with me,
And go no more roving upon the salt sea,
1 will teach you language of the lass of Mohea, "*