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