Pretty Saro

Down in some lone valley

In a sad lonesome place

Where the wild birds do all

Their notes to increaseFarewell pretty Saro

I bid you Adieu

But I dream of pretty Saro

Wherever I goWell my love she won't have me

So I understand

She wants a freeholder

Who owns a house and landI cannot maintain her

With silver and gold

And all of the fine things

That a big house can holdIf I was a poet

And could write a fine hand

I'd write my love a letter

That she'd understandAnd write it by the river

Where the waters overflow

But I dream of pretty Saro

Wherever I go