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