Pretty Saro 3
Pretty Saro, pretty Saro, I love you, I know,
I love you so dealy I never can show.
On the banks of old Cowie, on the banks of said brow,
I loved you dearly, and I love you still now.
Down in some lonely valley, in some lonely place,
I hear small birds singing their notes to increas.
I makes me think of pretty Saro, her ways were so complete
. . . . . . . .
It's not this long journey that troubles my mind,
NOr the country I'm leaving behind.
My true love won't have me, so I understand;
She wants a freeholder, and I have no land.
Whenever I get tired I set down and weep
And think of pretty Saro wherever I be.
Here is the second text from the Frank C Brown Collection of
North Carolina Folklore. The book suggests that that the odd line
"banks of said brow" might be a corruption of the line
in verse 9 of the other version which has "the mountain's sad brow"