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Pretty Saro
(Traditional)

When I first come to this country in seventeen-forty-nine,
I saw many fair lovers, but never saw mine.
I looked all around me, and I found I was alone.
Me a poor stranger, and a long way from home.

Down in some lonesome valley, down in some lonesome place,
Where the wild birds to whistle their notes to increase,
I think of pretty Saro whose waist is so neat
And I know of no better pastime than to be with my sweet.

My love she won't have have me, so I understand
She wants a free-holder, who owns house and land.
I cannot maintain her with silver and gold,
Nor buy all the find things that a big house can hold.

I wish I was a poet and could write a fine hand.
I would send my love a letter that she could understand.
And I'd send it by a messenger where the waters do flow.
And think of pretty Saro wherever I go.

When I first come to this country in seventeen-forty-nine,
I saw many fair lovers, but never saw mine.
I looked all around me, and found I was alone.
Me a poor stranger, and a long way from home.

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