Pretty Saro

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When I first come to this country
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in Eighteen and Forty-nine
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I saw many fair lovers
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but I never saw mine
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I viewed it all around me
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saw I was quite alone
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and me a poor stranger
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and a long way from home

[Verse]
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Well, my true love she won’t have me
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and it’s this I understand
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For she wants some free holder
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and I have no land
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I couldn’t maintain her
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on silver and gold
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but all of the other fine things
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that my love’s house could hold

[Chorus]
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Fare thee well to ol’ mother
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fare thee well to my father too
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I am going for to ramble
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this wide world all through
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And when I get weary
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I’ll sit down and cry
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and think of my Saro
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pretty Saro, my bride

[Verse]
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Well, I wished I was a turtle dove
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Had wings and could fly
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Far away to my lover’s lodgings
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Tonight I’d drawn the line
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And there in her lilywhite arms
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I’d lay there all night
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and watch through them little 
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wind’ers
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for the dawning of day