Pretty Sarah - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
PRETTY SARAH. 
I came to this country in 'forty-nine, Saw many a lover but could not see mine; I looked all around me, saw I was alone, Only a poor soldier and along ways from home. Farewell, my dear father, and dear mother, too, I am going to ramble this wide country through; And when I grow tired I'll sit down and pine About pretty Sarah And wish she were mine. 
My love she doth slight me because I am poor, She says I'm not worthy to enter her door; But of this she'll repent when she finds all is vain. For love is tormenting-a heart-breaking pain. If I were a merchant and could write a fine hand, I'd indite her a letter that she'd understand; Tell her that love for her does my heart overflow. Ever thinking of Sarah wherever I go. 
My love won't have me as I understand, 'Cause she wants some freeholder, and I have no land; But I would maintain her with silver and gold. And many a fine thing my love's house should hold. If I were a lark and had wines and could fly, . This night to my love's house I would draw nigh. In some quiet nook dream of rapture untold, If in my arms could I her fair form enfold.