The Foggy Foggy Dew

When I was a bachelor I lived all alone

I worked at the weaver's trade

And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong

Was to woo a fair young maid

I wooed her in the winter time

Part of the summer too

And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong

Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew

One night she knelt close by my side

When I was fast asleep

She threw her arms around my neck

And then began to weep

She wept, she cried, she tore her hair

Ah, me, what could I do?

So all night long, I held her in my arms

Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew

Again I am a bachelor, I live with my son

We work at the weaver's trade

And every single time that I look into his eyes

He reminds me of that fair young maid

He reminds me of the wintertime

Part 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