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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 And it's this I understand For she wants some free holder And I have no land But I couldn't maintain her On silver or gold And all of the other fine things That my love's house could hold Fare thee well to old mother Fare thee well to father too I'm alone and for to ramble This wide world all through And when I get weary I'll sit down and cry And think of my Saro Pretty Saro my bride Well I wished I was a turtle dove Had wings and could fly Far away to my lover's lodgings Tonight I'd draw nigh And there in her lily white arms I'd lay there all night And watch through them little winders Fer a dawning of day |