Pretty Saro
Down in some lone valley, in a sad lonesome placeWhere the wild birds do warble, their notes to increaseFarewell pretty Saro, I bid ye adieuBut I dream of pretty Saro wherever I go
Well my love, she won't have me, so I understandShe wants a freeholder who owns a house and landI cannot maintain her with silver and goldAnd all of the fine things that a big house can hold
If I was a poet, and could write a fine handI would write my love a letter that she'd understandI'd write it by the river where the waters overflowBut I dream of pretty Saro wherever I go