This song expresses the social distinctions brought to the American colonies from the old country.

Pretty Saro

Down in some lone valley in a lonesome place
Where the wild birds do whistle, and their notes do increase
Farewell pretty Saro, I bid you adieu
But I'll dream of pretty Saro wherever I go

My love she won't have me, so I understand
She wants a free holder who owns house and land
I cannot maintain her with silver and gold
Nor buy all the fine things that a big house can hold

If I were a merchant and could write a fine hand
I'd write my love a letter that she'd understand
I'd write it by the river where the waters o'er-flow
And I'll dream of pretty Saro wherever I go