Down in some lone valley in a lonesome place
Where the wild birds all whistle and their notes do increase
Farewell Pretty Saro, I must bid you adieu
And I'll dream of Pretty Saro wherever I go
My love, she won't have me and I understand
She wants a rich merchant and I have no land
I cannot maintain her, I've no silver and gold
Can't give her the nice things that a big house will hold
But if I were a merchant and I could write a fine hand
Then I'd write my love a letter that she'd understand
I'd write it by the river where the waters overflow
And I'll dream of Pretty Saro wherever I go