Pretty Saro

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When I first come to this country
Eighteen and forty nine
I saw many fair lovers
But never saw mine
I looked all around me
And saw I was quite alone
And me a poor stranger
And a long ways from home.

Well me true love she won’t have me
And this I can understand
For she wants some free holder
But I have no land
I cannot maintain her
On silver and gold
And many of the other fine things
That my love’s house could hold

So fair you well my father
Fair you well to my mother too
For I’m going for to ramble
This whole wide world through
And when I get weary
I’ll sit down there and cry
And think on pretty Saro
Pretty Saro, my bride

Well I wish I was a poet
And could write in a fine hand
I’d send my love a letter
So she might understand
I’d send it by the river
Where the swift waters flow
And I’d think of my darling
Wherever I go

Well I wish I was a turtle dove
Had wings and I could fly
I’d away to my lover’s lodging
Tonight I’d draw nigh
And there in her fair arms
I’d lie there all the night
And look through them little windows
For the dawning of the day