Foggy Dew

Tune: The Foggy, Foggy Dew

Well, I am a bachelor; I live by myself,
I work at the weaver's trade.
And the only lowly thing I ever did that was wrong,
Was to woo a fair young maid.
I wooed her in the summer time,
And in the winter too.
But the only lowly thing I ever did that was wrong,
Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.

One night this maid came to my bed,
Where I lay fast asleep.
She laid her head upon my chest,
And then began to weep.
She sighed, she cried, she damn near died.
She said, "What shall I do?"
So I took her into bed and I covered up her head
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.

All through the first part of the night,
We did laugh and play.
And through the latter part of the night,
She slept in my arms 'till day.
Then when the sun shone on our bed,
She cried, "I am undone."
"Hold your tongue you silly girl.
The foggy, foggy dew is gone."

Now I am a bachelor; I live with my son.
I work at the weaver's trade,
And every time I look into his face
He reminds me of the fair young maid.
He reminds me of the summer time,
And the winter too,
And the many, many times I took her in my arms
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.

 

Keywords: innuendo, sex