As I went out walking for pleasure one day,
For slight recreation I happened to stray;
As I sat amusing myself on the grass,
Who should come there hut an Indian lass.
She sat down beside me and taking my hand,
Said, you look a stranger, not one of this land;
But if you will follow, you're welcome to come,
For I live by myself in a snug little home.
With the kindest expression she bade me walk in,
And treated me kindly to all found therein,
She said, by the seaside no more I'll rove,
Think of Little Mohe in the coconut grove.
The last time I saw her, her bark it went by,
She waving her hand, and then she did cry,
Saying, by the seaside no more I'll rove,
Think of Little Mohe in the cocoanut grove.