Foggy foggy dew

English

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.