Pretty Saro - Doc Watson

When I first came to this country in 1849

I saw many fair lovers but I did not see mine

I viewed the world 'round me saw I was quite alone

And me a poor stranger and a long way from home

Oh my true love she don’t want me and it’s this I understand

She wants a freeholder and I have no land

But I could maintain her on silver and gold

And all of the other things that my love’s house could hold

Oh I wish I was a little dove, had wings and could fly

Straight to my love’s bosom this night I’d draw nigh

And in her little small arms all night I would lay

And think of pretty Saro till the dawning of day

It’s fair thee well to old mother and fare thee well to father too

I’m going for to ramble this wide world all through

And when I get weary I’ll sit down and cry

And think of my Saro pretty Saro my bride