Traditional - The Foggy, foggy dew - текст песни (слова)

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,
 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.