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Foggy, Foggy Dew (Traditional)

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When I was a bachelor, I lived all alone, I
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worked at the weaver's trade. And the only, only
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thing that I did that was wrong was to woo a
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fair young maid. I wooed her in the wintertime,
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and part of the summer too. And the only, only
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thing that I did that was wrong was to keep her
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from the foggy, foggy dew.
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One night she knelt close by my side when I was
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fast asleep. She threw her arms around my neck
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and then began to weep. She wept, she cried, she
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tore her hair, ah, me, what could I do? So all
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night long I held her in my arms just to keep
     
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her from the foggy, foggy dew.
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Again I'm a bachelor, I live with my son, We
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work at the weaver's trade. And every single
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time I look into his eyes, he reminds me of the
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fair young maid. He reminds me of the
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wintertime, and part of the summer too, and the
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many, many times that I held her in my arms,
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just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.

Foggy, Foggy Dew (Traditional)                    
                                                  
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 wintertime,   
and 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'm a bachelor, I live with my son, We      
work at the weaver's trade. And every single      
time I look into his eyes, he reminds me of the   
fair young maid. He reminds me of the             
wintertime, and 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.