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3. The sun was fast setting far o'er the blue sea
While I was a-wandering with my Little Mohea; Together we rambled, together we roamed,
Till we came to the cottage in the Cocoanut Grove.
4. And this kind expression she made unto me:
"I'll teach you the language of the Little Mohea; It's go no more roaming far o'er the blue sea
And dwell in the cottage with the Little Mohea."
5. It was early one morning, a morning in May;
It grieved my heart sadly these words for to say: "I'm going to leave you, my Little Mohea,
I have a lover far o'er the blue sea And I'll not forsake her, for I know she loves me;
Her heart is as true as the Little Mohea."
6. The last time I saw her she stood on the sand
And as my ship passed her she waved me her hand, Saying, "When you have landed on your native shore, Think of the Little Mohea in the Cocoanut Grove."
7. And when I had landed on my native shore
With friends and relations around me once more, I gazed all around me but none could I see
That could compare with my Little Mohea.
8. The girl I thought loved me proved untrue to me;
I turned my course backward far o'er the blue sea; I turned my course backward far o'er the blue sea To dwell in the cottage with my Little Mohea.
Obtained August 1, 1930, from Mrs. Ewart Wilson, wife of the grandson of "Big Tom" Wilson, famed hunter of the Black Mountains and the man who found Professor Mitchell when he lost his life while taking observations on Mt. Mitchell. Mrs. Wilson's address is Pensacola, North Carolina is on the Cane River at the western base of Mt. Mitchell.
1. As I went out walking for pleasure one day In sweet recreation to while time away; As I sat amusing myself on the grass, Oh, who should I spy but a fair Indian lass.