Maggie's Farm

The Foggy, Foggy Dew (by Anon)

When I was a bachelor I lived all alone
And I 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 thing that I ever did wrong
Was to keep her from the foggy foggy dew.

One night she came to my bedside
When I was fast asleep,
She flung her arms around my neck
And she began to weep.

She wept, she cried, she damn near died,
She said "What can I do?"
So I rolled her into bed and covered up her head
Just to keep her from the foggy foggy dew.

O 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 that fair young maid.

He reminds me of the wintertime
And of the summer too,
And of the many, many times I held her in my arms
To keep her from the foggy foggy dew.