Traditional - Lyrics from Songs of American Sailormen, by Joanna Colcord
As I walked out one morning in May,
For my recreation my thoughts far away,
Whilst I lay me down at full length on the grass,
Oh, who should come near but a fair Indian lass.
She sat down by my side and gently pressed my hand
Saying "You are a stranger in this our distant land.
Then come to the parson's and there marry me,
And I'll teach you the language of the little Mohea."
Then sun was fast rising from off the salt sea
When I wandered off with this lass of Mohea.
Together we wandered, together we roved,
Till we came to her hut in the coconut grove.
This pretty Kanaka was modest and kind,
She acted her part with a virtuous mind,
And being a stranger far away from my home,
I'll never forget her wherever I roam.
'Twas early one morning, 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 loosed and home I must steer."
Oh, the last time I saw her 'twas down on the strand,
And as our boat passed by her, she waved her hand,
Saying "When you get back to the ones that you love
Pray think of the lass in the coconut grove."
Since then I'm safe landed on my own native shore,
And my friends and relations flock round me once more
And though many I look at, not one can I see
That I can compare with the lass of Mohea.