Artist: Burl Ives   Title: The Foggy, Foggy Dew   -----------------------------------------      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   Part of the summer, too   And the only, only thing that 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 sing 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.