Down in some lone valley in a lonesome place
Where the wild birds do whistle and their notes do increase
Farewell, Pretty Saro I bid you adieu
And I'll dream of Pretty Saro wherever I go
My love she won't have me so I understand
She wants a freeholder who owns house and land
I cannot maintain her with silver and gold
Nor buy all the fine things that a big house can hold
If I were a merchant and could write a fine hand
I'd write my love a letter that she'd understand
I'd write it by the river where the waters o'erflow
And I'll dream of Pretty Saro wherever I go
Down in some lone valley in a lonesome place
Where the wild birds do whistle and their notes do increase
Farewell, Pretty Saro I bid you adieu
And I'll dream of Pretty Saro wherever I go