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Zac Sokolow - Pretty Saro

"Pretty Saro" When I'd first come to this country in 1849, I saw many fair lovers, but I never saw mine. I looked all around me, saw that I was quite alone, Me being a poor stranger and a long way from home. It is not for the long journey that I'm dreading to go, Nor for leaving my country for the debts that I owe. There is just one thing that troubles my mind, It's leaving Pretty Saro, my darling, behind. Fair thee well to my dear mother, fair thee well to my father too, I am going for to ramble this wide world all through. When I get weary I'll sit down and cry, And think of pretty Saro, my darling, my bride. I wish I was a turtledove, had wings and could fly. I would sail to my lover's lodgings, tonight I'd draw nigh. There in her little arms all night I would lay, And dream with pretty Saro till the dawning of day. I love you pretty Saro, I love you I know. I love you pretty Saro, wherever I go. From the banks of the ocean to the mountain's sad brow, I loved you then dearly, and I love you still now. #oldtimemusic #fiddle This is an old ballad that goes back to England probably in the 18th century. I learned it years ago from Jerron Paxton. Bandcamp: https://zacsokolow.bandcamp.com/album...