PRETTY SARO
Doc Watson
Trad:

When I came to this country in 1845
Then I thought myself lucky for to be alive
I looked all around me and none could I see
That were sweeter, or fairer, Pretty Saro, than thee.

Pretty Saro, Pretty Saro, likewise my mother, too
I have started for to ramble this country all through
And when I get tired, I'll [set] down and weep
And I'll think of my Pretty Saro, wherever I sleep.

Oh, it's not this long journey, I'm a-dreadin' for to go
Not the country I'm a-leavin' and the debts that I owe
But there's one thing that grieves me and troubles my mind
It's a-leavin' my little darlin' way back here behind.

If I was a poet and could write a fine hand
I would write my love a letter that she'd long understand
I would send it by the waters where the islands overflow
I'll remember my Pretty Saro, wherever I go.

SOURCE: DOC WATSON-HOME AGAIN/VANGUARD VSD-79239