Pretty Saro Lyrics

When I first came to this country

Back in eighteen and forty nine

I saw many a fair lover

But I did not see mine

I looked all around me

And saw that I was quite alone

Me a poor stranger

And a long way from home

O my true love she don't want me

And it's this I understand

She wants a freeholder

And I ain't got no land

I can't maintain her on silver and gold

And all the other little things

Her sweet house could hold

O I wish I was a little dove

Had wings and could fly

Pretty Saro

Pretty Saro

Likewise my mother too

I have started for to ramble

This country all through

And when I get tired

I will sit down and weep

And think of my pretty Saro

Wherever I sleep

If I were a poet

And could write a fine hand

I would write my love a letter

That she'd long understand

And I'd send it by the water

To the isle that overflows

And I'll think of my pretty Saro

Wherever I go

Pretty Saro

Pretty Saro

Likewise my mother too

I have started for to ramble

This country all through

And when I get tired

I will sit down and weep

And think of my pretty Saro

Wherever I sleep