The Foggy Foggy Dew
When I was a bachelor, I lived all alone
I worked at the weaver\'s trade
And the only, only thing that I ever did wrong
Was to woo a fair young maid.
I wooed her in the wintertime
And in the summer, too
And the only, only thing that I ever did wrong
Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
One night she came to my bedside
When I was fast asleep.
She laid her head upon my bed
And she began to weep.
She sighed, she cried, she damn near died
She said what shall I do?
So I hauled her into bed and covered up her head
Just to keep her from the foggy foggy dew.
So, I am a bachelor, I live with my son
And we work at the weaver\'s trade.
And every single time that I look into his eyes
He reminds me of that fair young maid.
He reminds me of the wintertime
And of the summer, too,
And of the many, many times that I held her in my arms
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy, dew.
Now wait a minute – Wot that is, is yer original Foggy Foggy Dew (It’s perhaps, modestly improper) wot that ain’t is bawdy......
But, however - there’s more.....
When a young bachelor I lived all alone
But weaver was not my trade
And one of the things I never did wrong
Was to woo just one fair maid.
I wooed them in the wintertime
And in the summer too
And the only other thing I never did wrong
Was to give them a pregnancy they would rue.
Once a lass came to my bedside
When I was near asleep.
As she laid her head upon my bed
My heart began to leap.
She sighed, she cried, needed a ride
And said what shall I do?
So I asked her into bed and she gave me head
Which she followed with a very merry screw.
So I’m a bachelor happy living all alone
And I’m retired from my own trade
And every single time I look into the past
It reminds me of many a fair young maid;
It reminds me of the wintertime
And of the summer too,
And of the many, many times that I held them in my arms
To let them give me a very merry screw.