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