| Song | Saro Jane |
| Artist | The Kingston Trio |
| Album | The Kingston Trio/From The Hungry I |
| 作词 : Traditional | |
| Rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout. | |
| Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane. | |
| Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane. | |
| Oh, there's nothing to do but to sit down and sing and rock-about my Saro Jane. | |
| I've got a wife and five little children. Believe I'll take a trip on the big Macmillan. Oh, Saro Jane. | |
| A guy like me don't have no home. I make my livin' on my shoulder bone. Oh, Sara Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. | |
| Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane. | |
| Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane. | |
| Oh, there's nothing to do but to sit down and sing and rock-about my Saro Jane. | |
| Woke up this mornin' feeling mighty mean, thinkin' 'bout my good gal in New Orleans. Oh, Saro Jane. | |
| Fireman, keep those boilers hot. I want to reach town by six o'clock. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. | |
| Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane. | |
| Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane. | |
| Oh, there's nothing to do but to sit down and sing and rock-about my Saro Jane. | |
| Back's getting' tired and shoulder's gettin' sore. Each sack is bigger than the one before. Oh, Saro Jane. | |
| A rock in my stomach and a watchin' my head. Gettin' superstitious 'bout my pork and bread. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. | |
| Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane. | |
| Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane. | |
| Oh, there's nothing to do but to sit down and sing and rock-about my Saro Jane. |
| zuò cí : Traditional | |
| Rockabout, rockabout, rockabout. | |
| Come on and rockabout my Saro Jane. | |
| Come on and rockabout my Saro Jane. | |
| Oh, there' s nothing to do but to sit down and sing and rockabout my Saro Jane. | |
| I' ve got a wife and five little children. Believe I' ll take a trip on the big Macmillan. Oh, Saro Jane. | |
| A guy like me don' t have no home. I make my livin' on my shoulder bone. Oh, Sara Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. | |
| Come on and rockabout my Saro Jane. | |
| Come on and rockabout my Saro Jane. | |
| Oh, there' s nothing to do but to sit down and sing and rockabout my Saro Jane. | |
| Woke up this mornin' feeling mighty mean, thinkin' ' bout my good gal in New Orleans. Oh, Saro Jane. | |
| Fireman, keep those boilers hot. I want to reach town by six o' clock. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. | |
| Come on and rockabout my Saro Jane. | |
| Come on and rockabout my Saro Jane. | |
| Oh, there' s nothing to do but to sit down and sing and rockabout my Saro Jane. | |
| Back' s getting' tired and shoulder' s gettin' sore. Each sack is bigger than the one before. Oh, Saro Jane. | |
| A rock in my stomach and a watchin' my head. Gettin' superstitious ' bout my pork and bread. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. | |
| Come on and rockabout my Saro Jane. | |
| Come on and rockabout my Saro Jane. | |
| Oh, there' s nothing to do but to sit down and sing and rockabout my Saro Jane. |