The Little Maumee
As I was a-roving for pleasure one day
In self-recollection as the tine passed away
As I was amusing myself on the grass
Oh, who should I spy but a sweet indian lass
She stood there beside me and took up my hand
Saying, "You look like a stranger, not one of this land."
Says she, "My pale-faced one, if you will agree
I will teach you the language of the little Maumee"
She sat down beside me still holding my hand
Saying, "You look like a stranger, not one of this land."
Says she, "My pale-faced one, if you will consent
We'll live here together in peace and content."
" O no, my fair jewel, that never can be
For I have a sweetheart in my own country
O no my fair jewel, that never can be;
I'll never forsake her, and I know she won't me."
The last time I saw her was down on the sand
And as my boat passed she gave me her hand
Saying " Wherever you wander, wherever you go
Remember the maiden where the cocoanuts grow."
As I was a-roving for pleasure one day
In self-recollection as the tine passed away
As I was amusing myself on the grass
Oh, who should I spy but a sweet indian lass
She stood there beside me and took up my hand
Saying, "You look like a stranger, not one of this land."
Says she, "My pale-faced one, if you will agree
I will teach you the language of the little Maumee"
She sat down beside me still holding my hand
Saying, "You look like a stranger, not one of this land."
Says she, "My pale-faced one, if you will consent
We'll live here together in peace and content."
" O no, my fair jewel, that never can be
For I have a sweetheart in my own country
O no my fair jewel, that never can be;
I'll never forsake her, and I know she won't me."
The last time I saw her was down on the sand
And as my boat passed she gave me her hand
Saying " Wherever you wander, wherever you go
Remember the maiden where the cocoanuts grow."
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