Rachel Harrington - Pretty Saro lyrics

When I came to this country in 1843 I saw many a fair lover but I never saw thee,
 There's one thing that grieves me and tortures my mind That's leaving my darling pretty saro behind When I think of my saro, In dawn's early light She'll always be crying as she was that poor night When upon the banks she did call out for me And I with my captain sailing far out to sea Oh captain my captain, I'm a man overboard But nothing can save me, No anchor could hold As my heart does wrench me across waters so wide And bade me return for, my saro, my bride O I dreamed I was the tall gra** with her long legs in the glade I dreamed I was a soldier and her love a blade I dreamed I was a purdy flower out in the dell That she plucked with her fingers as she dreamed of me well