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Pretty Saro
4. The preacher is coming, he is, mama; The preacher is coming, ha, ha, ha, ha;
The preacher is coming, but don't you tell pa, For he won't like it, you know.
5. Oh, now we are married, we are, mama; Oh, now we are married, ha, ha, ha,»ha; Oh, now we are married, and you can tell pa, For he can't help it, you know.
92 PRETTY SARO See Campbell and Sharp, No. 76, A, B, C. The present song is close to A. Cf. also Hudson, Nc. 33; Brown, p. 11.
Obtained from Mrs. William Franklin, Crossnore, Avery Country, July 14, 1930, who learned it from her brother, Edmund Malone Johnson.
1.1 came to this country in eighteen forty-nine And I saw many fair lovers, but I never saw mine, And I looked all around me and I were alone And me a poor stranger and a long ways from home.
2. Farewell, my old father, likewise mother too; I'm going to ramble this country all through And when I get tired I'll set down and rest And I'll think of pretty Saro and one I love best.
3. Pretty Saro, pretty Saro, I love you, I know; I love you, pretty Saro, wherever I go;
No tongue can express it or a poet can tell How truly I love you, I love you so well.
4.1 wish I was a poet could write a fine hand; I'd write my love a letter that she might understand; I'll send it by the waters and the isle overflow And think of pretty Saro wherever I go.
5.1 wish I was a little dove, had wings and could fly; Unto my loved darling this night I'd draw nigh, And in her lily-white arm I would lay, And watch some litde window for the dawning of day.

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