Cat. #1533 (MFH #366) - As sung by Floyd Clouse, Summersville, Missouri on March 22, 1975
VERSE 1
As I went roving
A roving one day
Myself of recollection
To pass th time away
VERSE 2
As I sat musing
Myself in th grass
There came up close to me
An young Indian lass
VERSE 3
As she came up, close to me
She gave me her hand
Said, you look like a stranger
Not a native, this land
VERSE 4
But, I'll tell you what I'll do Sir
If you stay here with me
I'll teach you th language
Of th pretty Mohee
VERSE 5
O, no, no fair maiden
That never could be
For I have a sweetheart
In my coun-try
VERSE 6
An' I won't forsake her
For I know she won't me
An' I know her heart's truer
Than th pretty Mohee
VERSE 7
Th last time I saw her
She stood on th strand
As my ship sailed down by her
She waved her small hand
VERSE 8
Saying, when you get home, sir
To your own native shore
Just remember th maidon
On th cocanut shore