Verse: A2 E When I first come to this country D A2 In Eighteen and Forty-nine A2 E I saw many fair lovers E But I never saw mine E I viewed it all around me
D A2 Saw I was quite alone E And me a poor stranger D A2 And a long way from home Verse: A2 E Well, my true love she won’t have me D A2 And it’s this I understand A2 E For she wants some free holder E And I have no land A2 E I couldn’t maintain her D A2 On silver and gold E But all of the other fine things D A2 That my love’s house could hold Chorus: A E Fare thee well to ol’ mother D A2 Fare thee well to my father too A2 E I am going for to ramble E This wide world all through E And when I get weary D A2 I’ll sit down and cry E A2 And think of my Saro D A2 Pretty Saro, my bride Verse: A2 E Well, I wished I was a turtle dove D A2 Had wings and could fly A2 E Far away to my lover’s lodgings A2 E Tonight I’d drawn the line E A2 E And there in her lilywhite arms D A2 I’d lay there all night E A2 And watch through them little wind’ers D A2 For the dawning of day
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