Nhạc sĩ: Traditional
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Down in some lone valley, in some lone placeWhere the wild birds to whistle and notes to increaseFarewell pretty Saro, I'll bid you adieuAnd think of you often wherever I goYour parents don't like me so I understandThey want a freeholder who has him some landI cannot maintain you with silver and goldNor buy you the fine things a big house can holdIf I were a merchant or could write a fine handI'd write you a letter that you'd understandI'll follow this river wherever it flowsAnd think of you often wherever I goAnd think of pretty Saro wherever I go
