Monday, November 26, 2007

pretty saro

My friend Sara just reminded me of a sweet movie I adore. Songcatcher might be the best introduction to mountain music available to the masses. It certainly wasn't a block buster, but does retell the stories of the true ballad collectors of the early 19th century who scoured the mountain people for their songs. If you have no idea what all the fuss is about with this wonderful music it's worth adding to your netflix list to find out. This clip is of my favorite fiddle tune, pretty saro. Which has a lot of verses and versions, but goes like this.

When I first come to this country in Eighteen and Forty-nine
I saw many fair lovers but I never saw mine
I viewed it all around me, saw I was quite alone
and me a poor stranger and a long way from home

Fair the well to ol' mother, fair the well to my father too
I'm going for to ramble this wide world all through
And when I get weary, I'll sit down and cry
and think of my Saro, pretty Saro, my bride

Well, I wished I was a turtle dove
Had wings and could fly
Far away to my lover's lodgings
Tonight I'd drawn the line
And there in her lilywhite arms I'd lay there all night
and watch through them little wind'ers
for the dawning of day

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