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Rachel Harrington: Listen

Pretty Saro

(Rachel Harrington)
February 15, 2011
Rachel Harrington (with traditional meldoy)

When I came to this country in 1843,
I saw many a fair lover but I never saw thee,

There’s one thing that grieves me and tortures my mind
That’s leaving my darling pretty saro behind

When I think of my saro, In dawn’s early light

she’ll always be crying as she was that poor night

When upon the banks she did call out for me

And I with my captain sailing far out to sea

 

Oh captain my captain, I’m a man overboard

But nothing can save me, No anchor could hold

As my heart does wrench me across waters so wide

And bade me return for, my saro, my bride

 

O I dreamed I was the tall grass with her long legs in the glade

I dreamed I was a soldier and her love a blade

I dreamed I was a purdy flower out in the dell

That she plucked with her fingers as she dreamed of me well