Down In Some Lone Valley In A Lonesome Place

Where The Wild Birds All Whistle And Their Notes Do Increase

Farewell Pretty Saro I Must Bid You Adieu

And I'll Dream Of Pretty Saro Wherever I Go



My Love She Won't Have Me And I Understand

She Wants A Rich Merchant And I Have No Land

I Cannot Maintain Her, I've No Silver And Gold

Can't Give Her The Nice Things That A Big House Will Hold



But If I Were A Merchant And I Could Write A Fine Hand

And I'd Write My Love A Letter That She'd Understand

I'd Write It By The River Where The Waters O'erflow

And I'll Dream Of Pretty Saro Wherever I Go