Pretty Saro by He Mistook Her For A Swan

When I first came to this country
In Eighteen Forty Nine
I saw many fair lovers
but I did not see mine.
I viewed them all around me
saw that I was quite alone
and me a poor stranger
a long way from home

Well my true love she dont want me
and its this I understand
She wants a free holder
and I have no land
I cannot maintain her
on silver and gold
and all the other things
that my love's house could hold

I wish I were a little dove
had wings and could fly
I'd fly to my love's lodgings
and there I'd draw neigh
and in her lily white arms
all night I would lay
and think on pretty Saro
till the dawning of day

Down in some lone valley
in a sad lonesome place
where the wild birds do all
their voice to increase
farewell pretty Saro
I bid you adieu
but I think on my Saro
wherever I go

So its fare thee well old mother
fare thee well to father too
I'm going for to ramble
this whole wide world through
and when I get weary
I'll sit down and cry
and think on my Saro
Pretty Saro my bride

and I'll think on my Saro
with tears in my eyes

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