Once 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 I wooed her in the winter time and in part of the summer too
But the only only thing I did that was wrong
Was to keep her from the foggy foggy dew

One night as I went to my room and I laid fast asleep
She threw her arms around my neck and then she began to weep

She wept she cried mhm she almost died
Oh Lord what could I do
And all night long I held her in my arms
Just to keep her from the foggy foggy dew

Once again I'm a bachelor I live with my son we work at the weaver's trade
And every single time I gaze into his eyes he reminds me of that fair young maid

He reminds me mhm one winter time part of that summer too
But the only only thing I did that was wrong
Was to keep her from the foggy foggy dew