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

All in the first part of that night
We rolled in sport and play
And in the latter part of that night
She in my arms did lay
And when broad daylight did appear
She cried: "I am undone"
"Oh, hold your tongue, you silly young girl
For the foggy dew is gone, gone, gone
For the foggy dew is gone."