The Foggy, Foggy Dew 
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Burl Ives
and multiple other artists



When I was a bachelor, I lived all alone
I worked at the weaver's trade
And the only, only thing ever I did that was wrong
Was to woo a fair young maid
I wooed her in the wintertime
Part of the summer, too
And the only, only thing ever I did that was wrong
Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew

One night she knelt close by my side
When I was fast asleep
She threw her arms around my neck
And she 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

Again I am a bachelor, I live with my son
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
Part 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