tim o'brien
the foggy dew
Now when I was a bachelor I lived all alone  I worked the weaver's trade  The only, only thing I ever did that was wrong  Was to woo a fair young maid  I wooed her in the wintertime  And part of the summer too  The only, only thing I ever did that was wrong  Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew   It was late one night she came to my bedside  When I was fast asleep  She flung her pretty arms all 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   Well still I am a bachelor and I live with my son  And we work the weaver's trade  And it seems that every time I look into his eyes  I'm reminded of that fair young maid  I'm reminded of the wintertime  And part of the summer too  Of the many, many times I held her in my arms  Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew