Bob Dylan - Pretty Saro

Down in some lone valley
In a sad lonesome place
Where the wild birds do all
Their notes to increase

Farewell pretty Saro
I bid you Adieu
But I dream of pretty Saro
Wherever I go

Well my love she won't have me
So I understand
She wants a freeholder
Who owns a house and land

I cannot maintain her
With silver and gold
And all of the fine things
That a big house can hold

If I was a poet
And could write a fine hand
I'd write my love a letter
That she'd understand

And write it by the river
Where the waters overflow
But I dream of pretty Saro
Wherever I go.

      Depois do Nobel, os vídeos de Bob Dylan no YouTube multiplicaram-se como as romãs. Afinal, que sabem as velhas editoras sobre os direitos de autor das romãs? Esta velha balada inglesa, do inicio do século XVIII, ia caindo no esquecimento não fosse a recolha de Cecil Sharp que a manteve viva nos Appalachian Mountains. Dob Dylan gravou-a mas não a aproveitou para o álbum Self Portrait.