Foggy foggy dew
When I was a batchelor I lived all alone I worked at the weaver's trade And the only only thing I ever did that was 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 ever did tha was wrong Was to keep her from the foggy foggy dew One night she appeared at my bedside As I lay sleeping there The moonlight gleamed on her pale pale face And glistened on her coal black hair 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 Now I am a batchelor, 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 the fair young mind He reminds me of the winter-time And of the summer too And the many many times that I held her in my arms Just to keep her from the foggy foggy dew