Lyrics:

When I first come to this country in eighteen and forty-nine
I saw many fair women, but I never saw mine
O' I viewed them all around me, saw that I was quite alone
O' me, a lonely Scotsman, just a long ways from home
I was forced from my homeland, I was made for to go
And I miss the purple heather and the grey mountains cold
O' I travelled over oceans and valleys so wide
Without you darlin' Saro, my love, by my side
O' I wish I was a turtle dove, had wings and could fly
I would fly to my lover's lodgings and I'd lay doon by her side
O' and there on her lily-white sheets, I would lay doon and cry
And I'd dream of lovely Saro with the tears in my eyes
Fare thee well to my aged father, and likewise to my mother too
I have gone far to ramble in the whole world through
O' and when I start drinking, ach, I can't help but cry
When I think of lovely Saro, pretty Saro, my pride