Pretty Saro

When I first came to this country
Back in eighteen and forty nine
I saw many a fair lover
But I did not see mine
I looked all around me
And saw that I was quite alone
Me a poor stranger
And a long way from home

O my true love she don't want me
And it's this I understand
She wants a freeholder
And I ain't got no land
I can't maintain her on silver and gold
And all the other little things
Her sweet house could hold
O I wish I was a little dove
Had wings and could fly

Pretty Saro
Pretty Saro
Likewise my mother too
I have started for to ramble
This country all through
And when I get tired
I will sit down and weep
And think of my pretty Saro
Wherever I sleep

If I were a poet
And could write a fine hand
I would write my love a letter
That she'd long understand
And I'd send it by the water
To the isle that overflows
And I'll think of my pretty Saro
Wherever I go

Pretty Saro
Pretty Saro
Likewise my mother too
I have started for to ramble
This country all through
And when I get tired
I will sit down and weep
And think of my pretty Saro
Wherever I sleep



Credits
Writer(s): Tevan Goldberg
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