The Lass of Mohea
Lyrics
As I was a-walking for pleasure one day
In sweet recreation to while time away,
As I sat amusing myself on the grass,
Who should I spy but an Indian lass.
She came up beside me and taken my hand,
Saying “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.”
We wandered together and sit in the sun,
We wandered together together did roam,
Till she came to a cot in the coconut grove,
And this expression she made unto me:
“If you’ll go no more roaming but stay here with me,
I’ll teach you the language of the Lass of Mohea."
It was early one morning, one morning in May;
Unto this fair damsel these words I did say:
“I’m going to leave you; fare th’well here my dear,
My ship’s sails are spreading, and home I must steer."
The last time I saw her was on the sea sands;
When my boat passed by her she waved me her hand,
Saying “When you have landed with the lass that you love,
Think of little Mohea in the coconut grove."
Yes, now I am back to my own native shore;
My friends and relation gather 'round me once more.
There’s no one comes around me, there’s no one I see
That is fit to compare with the Lass of Mohea."
And the girl that I love she proved untrue to me,
So I’ll turn my course backwards far o’er the blue sea;
I’ll go spend my days with the Lass of Mohea.
Collection item #D33A18. Sung by Ida Coburn, Waterville, VT.
In sweet recreation to while time away,
As I sat amusing myself on the grass,
Who should I spy but an Indian lass.
She came up beside me and taken my hand,
Saying “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.”
We wandered together and sit in the sun,
We wandered together together did roam,
Till she came to a cot in the coconut grove,
And this expression she made unto me:
“If you’ll go no more roaming but stay here with me,
I’ll teach you the language of the Lass of Mohea."
It was early one morning, one morning in May;
Unto this fair damsel these words I did say:
“I’m going to leave you; fare th’well here my dear,
My ship’s sails are spreading, and home I must steer."
The last time I saw her was on the sea sands;
When my boat passed by her she waved me her hand,
Saying “When you have landed with the lass that you love,
Think of little Mohea in the coconut grove."
Yes, now I am back to my own native shore;
My friends and relation gather 'round me once more.
There’s no one comes around me, there’s no one I see
That is fit to compare with the Lass of Mohea."
And the girl that I love she proved untrue to me,
So I’ll turn my course backwards far o’er the blue sea;
I’ll go spend my days with the Lass of Mohea.
Collection item #D33A18. Sung by Ida Coburn, Waterville, VT.
