Pretty Saro

I came to this country in eighteen-forty-nine,

I saw many true loves but never saw mine.

I viewed all around me and I am alone,

And me a poor soldier and far from my home.

It's not the long journey I'm dreading to go,

Nor leaving the country for the deads that I owe.

There is nothing that grieves me nor troubles my mind

Like leaving pretty Saro my darling behind.

I wish I was a poet and could write a fine hand,

I'd write my love a letter that she might understand.

I'd send it by the island where them waters overflow

I'd think on pretty Saro wherever I go.

Farewell, my dear father, likewise mother too,

I'm going for to ramble this country all through.

And when I get tired I'll sit down and cry

And think on Pretty Saro with tears in my eye.