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