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