Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Way down in the valley
In some lonesome place
I wish no better pastime
Than to be with my love
But she says she won't have me
So that I understand
She wants a freeholder
And I have no land
I cannot maintain her
With silver nor gold
Nor buy her all the fine things
That a big house can hold
So farewell, pretty Saro
I will bid you adieu
For I'm going to ramble
This whole world all through
And if I were a merchant
And could write a fine hand
I'd write my love a letter
So that she may understand
I would send it by the river
Where the waters do flow
And I'd think of pretty Saro
Wherever I go
And if I were a white dove
And had wings and could fly
This night to my love's window
I know I would draw nigh
In her lily white arms
All the night I would lay
And I'd watch them little windows
Till the dawn of the day
Pretty Saro was written by Traditional.