[00:00.12]I came to this country in 1849
[00:07.59]I saw many true loves but never saw mine
[00:14.79]I viewed all around me and I am alone
[00:22.22]And me a poor soldier and far from my home
[00:30.72]It's not the long journey I'm dreading to go
[00:37.09]Nor leaving the country for the deads that I owe
[00:43.75]There is nothing that grieves me nor troubles my mind
[00:51.86]Like leaving pretty Saro my darling behind
[01:00.12]I wish I was a poet and could write a fine hand
[01:06.95]I'd write my love a letter that she might understand
[01:13.89]I'd send it by the island where the waters overflow
[01:22.22]I'd think on pretty Saro wherever I go
[01:30.56]Farewell my dear father likewise mother too
[01:35.43]I'm going for to ramble this country all through
[01:44.69]And when I get tired I'll sit down and cry
[01:52.35]And think on pretty saro with tears in my eyes