[Verse 1]
Down in some lone valley in a lonesome place
Where the wild birds do whistle and their notes do increase
Farewell pretty Saro, I bid you adieu
But I’ll dream of pretty Saro wherever I go

[Verse 2]
My love she won’t have me, so I understand
She wants a freeholder who owns house and land
I cannot maintain her with silver and gold
Nor buy all the fine things that a big house can hold

[Verse 3]
If I were a merchant and could write a fine hand
I would write my lovе a letter that she’d undеrstand
I would write it by the river where the waters o’er flow
And I’ll dream of pretty Saro wherever I go