Pretty Saro
Down in some lone valley
In some lonesome place
Where the wild birds do whistle
And their notes do increase
Farewell Pretty Saro I bid you adieu
And I'll dream of Pretty Saro wherever I go
Oh I love Pretty Saro but I understand
She wants a freeholder and I have no land
I cannot maintain her on silver or gold
Nor buy all the fine things that
A big house can hold
If I were a merchant and
Could write a fine hand i'd write my love a
Letter that she'd understand
But I'll wander by the river
Where the waters o'erflow
And I'll dream of Pretty Saro wherever I go