作词 : Shirley Collins
作曲 : Shirley Collins
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 and far from my home
It's not the long journey I'm dreading to go
Nor leaving the country for the deads that I owe
There is nothing that grieves me nor troubles my mind
Like leaving pretty Saro 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
I'd send it by the island where the waters overflow
I'd think on pretty Saro wherever I go
Farewell my dear father likewise mother too
I'm going for to ramble this country all through
And when I get tired I'll sit down and cry
And think on pretty saro with
作词 : Shirley Collins
作曲 : Shirley Collins
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 and far from my home
It's not the long journey I'm dreading to go
Nor leaving the country for the deads that I owe
There is nothing that grieves me nor troubles my mind
Like leaving pretty Saro 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
I'd send it by the island where the waters overflow
I'd think on pretty Saro wherever I go
Farewell my dear father likewise mother too
I'm going for to ramble this country all through
And when I get tired I'll sit down and cry
And think on pretty saro with
