I came to this countryn18 and 49nI thought myself luckynFor to be alivenI looked all around menNo one could I seenThat I could compare withnMy pretty SareennI wish I was a poetnCould write in find handnWould write my love a letternOne she'd long understandnI'd send it by the waternWhere the islands overflownAnd I'd think of pretty Saro wherever I gonn'Tis not this long journey that grieves me for to gonNor the country that I'm leavingnNor the debts that I owenThere's one thing that grieves me and bears on my mindnThat's leaving my darling pretty Saro behind