In a sad lonesome place
Where the wild birds do all
Their notes to increase
Farewell pretty Saro
I bid you Adieu
But I dream of pretty Saro
Wherever I go
Well my love she won't have me
So I understand
She wants a freeholder
Who owns a house and land
I cannot maintain her
With silver and gold
And all of the fine things
That a big house can hold
If I was a poet
And could write a fine hand
I'd write my love a letter
That she'd understand
And write it by the river
Where the waters overflow
But I dream of pretty Saro
Wherever I go
Down in some lone valley In a sad lonesome place Where the wild birds do all Their notes to increase Farewell pretty Saro I bid you Adieu But I dream of pretty Saro Wherever I go Well my love she won't have me So I understand She wants a freeholder Who owns a house and land I cannot maintain her With silver and gold And all of the fine things That a big house can hold If I was a poet And could write a fine hand I'd write my love a letter That she'd understand And write it by the river Where the waters overflow But I dream of pretty Saro Wherever I go Explain Request ×
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