Little Mohee (MacEdward Leach)

As I went walking one fine summer's day,
I craved recreation at the close of the day;
I sat me down musing alone on the grass,
And there chanced to come by me but a young Indian lass.

She came and sat near me and taking my hand,
Saying, "You look like a stranger not one of our band;
But if you'll care to listen and to wander with me,
I will teach you the language of the little Mohee."

"No, no my fair maiden, that never can be,
For I have a sweetheart in my own country;
And I would not forsake her for I know she loves me,
And she's just as faithful as the little Mohee."

The next time I saw her was out on the sand,
As my ship sailed out past her she waved me her hand,
Saying, "If you ever return, sir, to your own native shore,
Think on the young Indian where the coconuts grow."

Oh, now I am landed on my own native shore,
Friends and relations crowd around me once more;
Friends and relations but there's none I could see,
Who would really compare with the little Mohee.

The girl that I trusted proved untrue to me,
She married another while I was at sea;
So I steer my course southward far away I will flee,
Spend the rest of my days with the little Mohee.

####.... Variant of a mid-19th century broadside ballad, Little Mohea [Laws H8] ....####

Sung in 1950 by Mary Genevieve Sullivan [1921-2014] of Calvert, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada, pp.725-726, ©2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).

NOTE: Mary Genevieve Sullivan was originally listed as Marie Sullivan by MacEdward Leach. She joined the Congregation of the Presentation Sisters in 1941, and was known in religious life as Sister Mary Patrice until her death at age 93.


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