Saro

Lyrics

I came to this country Eighteen and forty-nine I thought myself lucky For to be alive I looked all around me No one could I see That I could compare With my pretty Saree I wish I was a poet Could write in fine hand I'd write my love a letter One she'd long understand I'd send it by the water Where the islands overflow And I'd think of pretty Saro Wherever I go 'Tis not this long journey That grieves me for to go Nor the country that I'm leaving Nor the debts that I owe There's one thing that grieves me And bears on my mind That's leaving my darling Pretty Saro behind