The Foggy Dew

When I was a bachelor young and bold

I followed a roving trade

And the only thing that ever I done

Was I courted a fair young maid

I wooed her all the summer time

And part of the winter too

And the only thing that ever I done

Was to keep off the foggy dew

It was one night about twelve o'clock

When I lay fast asleep

There came this maid to my bedside

And bitterly she did weep

She wept, she sighed, she tore her hair

And she cried, "What shall I do?"

So all that night I held her tight

Just to keep off the foggy dew

I never told nobody her name

And damn me if I do

But many's the time I think of that night

When I kept off the foggy dew