Misc Traditional - Pretty saro

When I ^Gfirst come to this ^Amcountry in ^Ceighteen and forty-^Dnine I saw ^Gmany fair ^Amlovers but I ^Cnever saw ^Dmine I ^Gviewed it all ^Amaround me, saw I ^Cwas quite a^Dlone And ^Gme a poor ^Amstranger and a ^Clong way from ^Dhome.

Well, my ^Gtrue love she won't ^Amhave me and it's^C this I under^Dstand For she ^Gwants some free ^Amholder and ^CI have no ^Dland I ^Gcouldn't main^Amtain her on ^Csilver and ^Dgold But ^Gall of the other ^Amfine things that my ^Clove's house could ^Dhold.

Fair thee ^Gwell to ol' ^AmMother, fair thee ^Cwell to my Father, ^Dtoo I'm ^Ggoing for to ^Amramble this ^Cwide world all ^Dthrough And ^Gwhen I get ^Amweary, I'll ^Csit down and ^Dcry And ^Gthink of my ^AmSaro, pretty ^CSaro, my ^Dbride.

Well, I ^Gwished I was a ^Amturtledove, ^Chad wings and could ^Dfly Far a^Gway to my lover's ^Amlodgings, to^Cnight I'd draw ^Dnigh And ^Gthere in her lily-^Amwhite arms I'd ^Clay there all ^Dnight And ^Gwatch through them little ^Amwinders for the ^Cdawning of ^Dlight.