Pretty Saro

Down in some lone valley in a 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 My love she won't have me so I understand She wants a freeholder who owns house and land I cannot maintain her with silver and 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 I'd write it by the river where the waters o'erflow And I'll dream of Pretty Saro wherever I go Down in some lone valley in a 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