Pretty Saro

Lyrics
I came to this country in eighteen-forty-nine I saw many true loves but never saw mine I viewed all around me and I am alone And me a poor soldier and far from my home It's not the long journey I'm dreading to go Nor leaving the country for the deads that I owe There is nothing that grieves me nor troubles my mind Like leaving pretty Saro my darling behind I wish I was a poet and could write a fine hand I'd write my love a letter that she might understand I'd send it by the island where them waters overflow I'd think on pretty Saro wherever I go Farewell, my dear father, likewise mother too I'm going for to ramble this country all through And when I get tired I'll sit down and cry And think on Pretty Saro with tears in my eye
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