| When I was a batchelor I lived all alone
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| I worked at the weavers' trade
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| And all the harm that ever I’d done
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| It was courting a servant maid
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| I courted her one winter’s morn, summer’s day or two
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| And I often times wished her into my arms
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| Out of the foggy dew, dew, dew
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| And out of the foggy dew
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| One night she came to my bedside
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| As I lay fast asleep
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| She laid her head, upon my bed
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| And bitterly she did weep
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| She wept, she cried, she tore her hair
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| Saying 'Oh, what shall I do?
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| For this night I’m resolved to sleep with you
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| For fear of the foggy dew, dew, dew
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| For fear of the foggy dew'
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| So all the forepart of the night, how we did sport and play
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| All the latter part of the night, she close in my arms did lay
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| And when the daylight did appear, she said 'I am undone'
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| Said I, 'Fair maid, be not afraid, for the foggy dew is done, done, done
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| Oh the foggy dew is done'
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| One night she started to moan and to cry,
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| Said I, 'What troubles you?'
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| She said 'I'd never have been this way
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| If it hadn’t have been for you'
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| I got me boots, and me trousers on,
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| I called my neighbour too
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| Ah, but do what we could, we could do her no good
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| And she died in the foggy dew, dew, dew
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| Oh, she died in the foggy dew
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| So now I’m a batchelor, I live with my son
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| We work at the weavers' trade
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| And when I look in his face I can see
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| The eyes of that fair young maid
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| He reminds me of the winter time
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| And of the summer too
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| And the many, many times she lay in my arms
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| For fear of tgr foggy dew, dew, dew
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| Oh, for fear of the foggy dew. |