Pretty Saro

When I first come to this country in eighteen and forty-nine
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
But I couldn't maintain her on silver and gold
But 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'm 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 nigh
And there in her lily white arms I'd lay there all night
And watch through them little winders for the dawning of day