Pretty Saro
by Traditional © 2014 Traditional
Key: D
A D | A G | A | D D | A G | A | D B G | G | D | D A | A | A | D When I first come to this country In eighteen and forty-nine I saw many fair lovers But I never saw mine I viewed it all around me, Saw I was quite alone And me a poor stranger And a long way from home Well my true love She won't have me This I've come to understand For she wants a free holder But I have no land I could not maintain her With silver or with gold And all of those pretty fine things That my love's house could hold Repeat last verse Well, I wished I was a turtle dove Had wings and could fly Far away to my lover's lodgings Tonight I'd drawn nigh And there in her lily white arms I'd lay there all night And watch through them little winders For the dawning of light