Here is the second text from the Frank C Brown Collection of North Carolina Folklore.PRETTY SARO
Pretty Saro, pretty Saro, I love you, I know,
I love you so dealy I never can show.On the banks of old Cowie, on the banks of said brow,
I loved you dearly, and I love you still now.Down in some lonely valley, in some lonely place,
I hear small birds singing their notes to increas.I makes me think of pretty Saro, her ways were so complete
. . . . . . . .It's not this long journey that troubles my mind,
NOr the country I'm leaving behind.My true love won't have me, so I understand;
She wants a freeholder, and I have no land.Whenever I get tired I set down and weep
And think of pretty Saro wherever I be.
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The book suggests that that the odd line "banks of said brow" might be a corruption of the line in verse 9 of the other version which has "the mountain's sad brow"
rich r