Pretty Saro Songtext
von Shortstack

I came to this country in 1849
I saw many true loves, but never saw mine
I viewed all around me, and I am alone
And me, a poor soldier, a long way from home


Well, it′s not the long journey that I'm dreading to go
Nor leaving my country for debts that I owe
Well, there′s nothing that grieves me nor troubles my mind
Like leaving pretty Sarah, oh, my darling, behind

I wish I was a poet and could write a fine hand
I'd write my love a letter that she might understand
And I'd send it by the island where the waters they flow
And I′d think on pretty Sarah, oh, wherever I go