When I was a bachelor, I lived all alone, and worked at the weaver's trade, and the only, only thing I ever did wrong was to woo a fair young maid I wooed her in the wintertime, and in the summer too, And the only, only thing I ever did wrong Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
One night she came to my bedside when I lay fast asleep. She laid her head upon my bed and she began to weep. She sighed, she cried, she damn near died, she said, 'What shall I do?' So I hauled into bed and I covered up her head just to save her from the foggy, foggy dew.
O, I am a bachelor, I live with my son and we work at the weaver's trade. And every single time I look into his eyes he reminds me of that fair young maid. He reminds me of the wintertime and of the summer too, and of the many, many times that I held her in my arms just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
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When I was a bachelor, I lived all alone,
and worked at the weaver's trade,
and the only, only thing I ever did wrong
was to woo a fair young maid
I wooed her in the wintertime,
and in the summer too,
And the only, only thing I ever did wrong
Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
One night she came to my bedside
when I lay fast asleep.
She laid her head upon my bed
and she began to weep.
She sighed, she cried, she damn near died,
she said, 'What shall I do?'
So I hauled into bed and I covered up her head
just to save her from the foggy, foggy dew.
O, I am a bachelor, I live with my son
and we work at the weaver's trade.
And every single time I look into his eyes
he reminds me of that fair young maid.
He reminds me of the wintertime
and of the summer too,
and of the many, many times that I held her in my arms
just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.