Nhạc sĩ: Traditional
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Down in some lone valley, in some lone place
Where the wild birds to whistle and notes to increase
Farewell pretty Saro, I'll bid you adieu
And think of you often wherever I go
Your parents don't like me so I understand
They want a freeholder who has him some land
I cannot maintain you with silver and gold
Nor buy you the fine things a big house can hold
If I were a merchant or could write a fine hand
I'd write you a letter that you'd understand
I'll follow this river wherever it flows
And think of you often wherever I go
And think of pretty Saro wherever I go
