Pretty Saro 歌词

(traditional) Down in some lone valley in a lonesome place Where the wild birds do whistle and their notes do increase Farewell Pretty Saro. I'll bid you adieu And I'll think of pretty Saro wherever I go. My love will not have me and I understand. She wants a freeholder and I have no land. I cannot maintain her, I've no silver, no gold. I can't buy her the nice things that a big house can hold. If I were a merchant and could write a line hand. I'd write my love a letter so that she'd understand, I'd go down by the river where the waters do flow. And I'd think of pretty Saro wherever I go.