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Shirley Collins - Pretty Saro lyrics
I came to this country in eighteen-forty-nine, I saw many true loves but never saw mine. I viewed all around me and I am alone, And me a poor soldier and far from my home. It's not the long journey I'm dreading to go, Nor leaving the country for the deads that I owe. There is nothing that grieves me nor troubles my mind Like leaving pretty Saro my darling behind. I wish I was a poet and could write a fine hand, I'd write my love a letter that she might understand. I'd send it by the island where them waters overflow I'd think on pretty Saro wherever I go. Farewell, my dear father, likewise mother too, I'm going for to ramble this country all through. And when I get tired I'll sit down and cry And think on Pretty Saro with tears in my eye. |
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