Pretty Saro - Shirley Collins
Written by：DR/Cecil Sharp
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
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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