Pretty Saro

Down in some lone valley, in a lonesome place Where the wild birds all whistle and their notes, they increase Farewell, my pretty Saro, I must bid you adieu But 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 or gold To give her the nice things that a big house will hold, no But if I was a merchant and could write a fine hand I'd write my love a letter, one that she'd understand I'd write it by the river where the water flows And dream of pretty Saro wherever I go