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