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I came to this country in 1849 |
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I saw many true loves but never saw mine |
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I viewed all around me and I am alone |
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And me a poor soldier and far from my home |
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It's not the long journey I'm dreading to go |
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Nor leaving the country for the deads that I owe |
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There is nothing that grieves me nor troubles my mind |
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Like leaving pretty Saro my darling behind |
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I wish I was a poet and could write a fine hand |
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I'd write my love a letter that she might understand |
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I'd send it by the island where the waters overflow |
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I'd think on pretty Saro wherever I go |
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Farewell my dear father likewise mother too |
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I'm going for to ramble this country all through |
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And when I get tired I'll sit down and cry |
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And think on pretty saro with tears in my eyes |
