Pretty Saro

When I first come to this country in 1849
I saw many fair lovers but I never saw mine
I viewed it all around me, saw I was quite alone
And me a poor stranger, and a long way from home

Well, my true love she won't have me
And it's this I understand
For she wants some free holder
And I have no land
I couldn't maintain her on silver and gold
All of the other fine things that my love's house could hold

Fare thee well to ol' mother
Fare thee well to my father too
I am going for to ramble
This wide world all through
And when I get weary
I'll sit down and cry
And think of my Saro
Pretty Saro, my bride

Well, I wished I was a turtle dove
Had wings and could fly
Far away to my lover's lodgings
Tonight, I'd drawn the line
And there in her lilywhite arms
I'd lay there all night
And watch through them little winders
For the dawning of day



Credits
Writer(s): Pd Traditional, J Baird
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