Текст песни: Pretty Saro + перевод

I came in this country 18 and 49

I thought myself lucky for to be alive

I looked all around me, no one could I see

That I could compare with my pretty saree

I wish I was a poet, could write a fine hand

I’d write my love a letter, one she’d long understand

I send it by the water where the islands over flow

And I’d think of pretty saro wherever I go

At the foot of yon mountain there lies a deep snow

oh it’s not this long journey, leaving friends that I know

there’s one thing that grieves me and bears on my mind

its leaving my darlin' pretty saro behind

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