Pretty Saro

Came to this country in 1849
Saw many lovers but I never saw mine
Viewed all around me, saw I was alone
Me, a poor soldier, far from my home...

Ooh...

It's not the long journey I'm dreading to go
Or leaving this country for the debts I owe
There's nothing that pleases me nor troubles my mind
But leaving pretty Saro, my darling behind...

Ooh...

Wish I were a poet, could write a fine hand
Write my love a letter she might understand
Send it by the waters where the island overflows
And think of pretty Saro, wherever I may go...

Ooh...

Farewell my dear father, likewise mother too
Going to ramble this country all through
When I get broken I'll sit down and cry
Think of pretty Saro with tears in my eyes...