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