Down in some lone valley in some lonesome place
Where the wild birds do tarry 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 and I have no land
I cannot maintain her on silver and gold
Nor buy all the fine things a big house can hold
If I were a merchant and could write a fine hand
I'd write my love a letter so she'd understand
So I'll wander by the river where the waters o'erflow
And I'll dream of pretty Saro wherever I go