I have left my pretty Saro and I quit my mother too
I have started out to ramble this country all through
And when I get tired I will set down and weep
And I'll think of my little darling wherever I sleep
It's not this long journey I'm a dreadin to go
Or the country I come from for the debts that I owe
There's just one thing that grieves me and troubles my mind
It's leaving my little darling way back here behind
If I were a merchant and I could write a fine hand
I would write my love a letter that she'd understand
I would write by the river where the waters oerflow
And I'd dream of my little Saro wherever I go
Oh Saro, pretty Saro please tell me your mind
Do you think me unworthy, Do you think me unkind?
When our life here is over you surely will see
I treated you as kindly as you treated me