I once was a bachelor, I lived all alone,
I worked by the weaver's trade.
The only, only thing I did that was wrong,
Was to woo a fair young maid.
I wooed her in the summertime,
only thing I ever did that was wrong
Was to keep her from the foggy,
It was all lately in the night
She came and knelt close by my bed
She wept, she cried, she tore her hair,
So all night long I held her in my arms,
Just to keep her from the foggy,
We work at the weaver's trade.
And every, every time I look
It reminds me of the fair young maid.
It reminds me of the summer time,
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
