The Foggy, Foggy Dew - Burl Ives

When I was a bachelor, I liv’d 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 wintertime

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 she 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 sing time 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 the many, many times that I held her in my arms

Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy, dew