The Foggy Dew-A.L. Lloyd

The Foggy Dew - A. L. Lloyd When I was a bachelor I lived all alone I worked at the weaver's trade And the only, only thing I did that was wrong Was to woo a fair young maid I wooed her in the winter time some of the summer too And the only, only thing I did that was wrong Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew One night she knelt down 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 To keep her from the foggy, foggy dew All in the first part of that night We rolled in sport and play And in the latter part of that night She in my arms did lay And when broad daylight did appear She cried: "I am undone" "Oh, hold your tongue, you silly young girl For the foggy dew is gone, gone, gone For the foggy dew is gone."