كلمات The Foggy, Foggy Dew

When I was a bachelor, I liv'd all alone 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, only thing that I ever did 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 of the many, many times that I held her in my arms Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy, dew.