Down in some lonesome valley, in a lonesome place Where the wild birds do whistle and their notes do increase Farewell Pretty Saro, I bid you adieu And I'll dream of Pretty Saro wherever I go My love, she won't have me, so I understand She wants a freeholder who owns house on land I cannot maintain her with riches and gold Nor buy all the fine things that a big house can hold If I were a merchant and could write a fine hand I'd write my love a letter that she'd understand I'd write it by a river where the waters o'erflow And I'd dream of Pretty Saro wherever I go