Rights and Wrongs

THE FOGGY FOGGY DEW

A traditional English Folk Song (with feeling)

When I was a bachelor, I liv'd 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
And in the summer, too
And the only, only thing that I ever did wrong
Was to woo her in the foggy, foggy dew.

One night she came to by my bed side
As I lay fast asleep.
She laid her head upon my bed
And she began to weep.
She cried, she sighed she damned near died
She said what shall I do?

So I tucked her into bed
And covered up her head
Just to keep her from the foggy foggy dew.

Now I am a bachelor, and I live with my son
And we work at the weaver's trade.
And every single time 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 the many, many times that I held her in my arms
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy, dew.