Foggy Foggy Dew - Liam Clancy

When I was a batchelor I lived all alone

I worked at the weavers' trade

And all the harm that ever I’d done

It was courting a servant maid

I courted her one winter’s morn, summer’s day or two

And I often times wished her into my arms

Out of the foggy dew, dew, dew

And out of the foggy dew

One night she came to my bedside

As I lay fast asleep

She laid her head, upon my bed

And bitterly she did weep

She wept, she cried, she tore her hair

Saying 'Oh, what shall I do?

For this night I’m resolved to sleep with you

For fear of the foggy dew, dew, dew

For fear of the foggy dew'

So all the forepart of the night, how we did sport and play

All the latter part of the night, she close in my arms did lay

And when the daylight did appear, she said 'I am undone'

Said I, 'Fair maid, be not afraid, for the foggy dew is done, done, done

Oh the foggy dew is done'

One night she started to moan and to cry,

Said I, 'What troubles you?'

She said 'I'd never have been this way

If it hadn’t have been for you'

I got me boots, and me trousers on,

I called my neighbour too

Ah, but do what we could, we could do her no good

And she died in the foggy dew, dew, dew

Oh, she died in the foggy dew

So now I’m a batchelor, I live with my son

We work at the weavers' trade

And when I look in his face I can see

The eyes of that fair young maid

He reminds me of the winter time

And of the summer too

And the many, many times she lay in my arms

For fear of tgr foggy dew, dew, dew

Oh, for fear of the foggy dew.