Saro - Sam Amidon

I came to this country

Eighteen and forty-nine

I thought myself lucky

For to be alive

I looked all around me

No one could I see

That I could compare

With my pretty Saree

I wish I was a poet

Could write in find hand

I’d write my love a letter

One she’d long understand

I’d send it by the water

Where the islands overflow

And I’d think of pretty Saro

Wherever I go

'Tis not this long journey

That grieves me for to go

Nor the country that I’m leaving

Nor the debts that I owe

There’s one thing that grieves me

And bears on my mind

That’s leaving my darling

Pretty Saro behind