Pretty Saro

Down in some lone valley in a lonesome place

Where the wild birds all whistle and their notes do increase

Farewell Pretty Saro I must bid you adieu

And I'll dream of Pretty Saro wherever I go

My love she won't have me and I understand

She wants a rich merchant and I have no land

I cannot maintain her, I've no silver and gold

Can't give her the nice things that a big house will hold

But if I were a merchant and I could write a fine hand

And 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