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3. "And now, pale-face stranger, if you never more roam, We'll live here together in a snug litde home;
And if you are agreed, sir, to stay here with me, I'll teach you the language of the little Mauniee."
4. "Ah, now, fairest maiden, that never can be, For I have a true-love in my own country;
And I can't forsake her, for I know she loves me; Her heart is as true as my little Mauniee."
5. The last time I saw her, she stood on the sand; And as I passed her, she gave me her hand,
Saying, "When you return, sir, to the land that you know, Remember the maiden where the cocoanut grows."
6. And now I've returned to my own native shore, Where friends and relations surround me once more,
All that I see..................................
There's none to compare with my little Mauniee.
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Obtained from Miss Margaret Combs, Guerrant, Breathitt County, Kentucky, September, 1931.
1. As I went out walking for pleasure one day, All in sweet recreation the day passed away. As I sit amusing myself on the grass,
Who could I spy near but a young Indian lass ?
2. She walked slowly up to me; took hold of my hand, Saying: "You are a stranger and in a strange land, But you're welcome to follow; you're welcome to go To dance in the cottage where the cocoanuts grow."
3. "Oh! no, no, kind maiden, this never can be, For I have a sweetheart far cross the South Sea." The last time I saw her she was deep in the sand; As my boat passed by her, she waved me her hand.
4. When I got back home to the South Sea
To my home and my sweetheart, no one could compare of the pretty
Mohee. I turned my boat far cross the South Sea, Spent the rest of my days with the little Mohee; Together we rambled; together we roamed; We built a little cottage in a cocoanut grove. |
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