Pretty Saro (Unreleased, Self Portrait)

Down in some lone valley In a sad lonesome place Where the wild birds do all Their notes to increase Farewell pretty Saro I bid you Adieu But I dream of pretty Saro Wherever I go Well my love she won't have me So I understand She wants a freeholder Who owns a house and land I cannot maintain her With silver and gold And all of the fine things That a big house can hold If I was a poet And could write a fine hand I'd write my love a letter That she'd understand And write it by the river Where the waters overflow But I dream of pretty Saro Wherever I go