Foggy Foggy Dew

When I was a bachelor I lived all alone

And I worked to do weaver's trade

And the only, only thing that I ever did it wrong

Was to woo a fair young maid



I wooed her in the winter time and in the summer too

And the only, only thing I did that was wrong

Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew



One night she came to my bed side

When I lay fast to sleep

She laid her head upon my bed

And she began to weep



She sight, she cried, she den dear digit

She said: What shell I do

So I hold her into bed and I covered up her head

Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew



Now I am a bachelor I live with my son

And We work at the weaver's trade

And every single time that I look into his eyes

He reminds me of the fair young maid



He reminds me of the winter time and of the summer too

And of the many, many times that I held her in my arms

Just To keep her from the foggy, foggy dew



The many, many times that I held her in my arms

Just To keep her from the foggy, foggy dew