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