We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
When I was a kid, I had a Burl Ives recording of this song in a four-disc LP set of a Folk Song and Minstrelsy concert, from around the late 1950s, I think. I used to sing it to my parents as a lark. Some years back I found a copy of the set and had it transferred to CD, and it's in my playlist now. In fact, here it is on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tzyteR2_nOU
Among my first memories as a baby was my conservative and very proper New England father holding me in his arms and crooning "Foggy, Foggy Dew" in a deep, inaccurate baritone. Yearly later, when I found out it was a "naughty" song, I was a little amazed but also secretly pleased with that fine man who worked so hard to raise me well.