Little Mohea, Lyric Variant 02


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Little Mohea, Lyric Variant 02


One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in good physical condition. The document was laminated. There is lamination-related creasing on the document. There is a significant tear at the upper left corner. There is minor fraying along the lower edge. There is an editorial correction handwritten in blue ink. The document is a carbon duplicate.


Ballads -- United States Love -- Songs and music Betrayal -- Songs and music Acculturation -- Songs and music

Alternative Title

The Little Mohee. The Pretty Mohee. Pretty Maumee. The Little Maumee. The Lassie Mohee. The Lass of Mohay. One Morning in May. Indian Mohee. The Pretty Mohea. The Little Mawhee. Island Mohee


W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

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I. G. Greer


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My Pretty Mohea.

As I went out walking for pleasure one day,
In sweet recreation to while the time away,
While I was amusing myself on the grass,
Oh, 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 setting ,far o’er the soft sea,
When I wandered alone with my pretty Mohea.
Together we wandered, together did rove
Till we came to the hut in the cocoa-nut 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.

Oh,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 in May, one morning in May,
That to this fair maiden these words I did say:
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 sand,
And as my 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 cocoa-nut 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 I could compare with the pretty 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.

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Little Mohea, Lyric Variant 02

Document Title

My Pretty Mohea

Scholarly Classification

Brown, Older Ballads - Mostly British - 110 Randolph, 63 Cox, 116 Combs, 80 Laws, H 8

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192 mm x 262 mm

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