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



Again I am a bachelor and I live with my son

We work at the weaver's trade

And every single time that I look into his eyes

He reminds me of the fair young maid



He reminds me of the winter time

Part of the summer too

And the many, many times I held her in my arms

To keep her from the foggy, foggy dew