Down in some lone valley in some 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

Oh I love Pretty Saro but I understand
She wants a freeholder and I have no land
I cannot maintain her on silver or 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
But I'll wander by the river where the waters o'erflow
And I'll dream of Pretty Saro wherever I go