Traditional: The Foggy Foggy Dew

When I was a bachelor I lived all alone

And worked at the weaver's trade

And the only, only thing that I ever did wrong

Was to woo a fair young maid

I wooed her in the wintertime

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 bedside

When I lay fast asleep

She laid her head upon my bed

And she began to weep

She sighed, she cried, she damn near died

She said, "What shall I do?"

So I hauled her into bed

And I covered up her head

Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew

Oh, 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 wintertime

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