Traditional - The Foggy Foggy Dew (full traditional text) lyrics

When I was a bachelor I lived all alone and I worked at the weaving trade And the only thing that I ever did wrong was courting a fair young maid I courted her all summer time and in the winter too And the only only thing that I never should have done was to save her from the foggy foggy dew I got that tired of living alone I says to her one day I've a nice little cot in my old shack where you might safely lay You'll be all right in the summer time and in the winter too You'll lie right warm and take no harm away from the foggy foggy dew Well, I don't think much to your old shack cause I will lonely be With only your old Cyprus cat to keep me company There's crickets chirping in the hearth but whatever can they do When the night turns raw and the fire won't draw to keep me from the foggy foggy dew? One night she come to my bedside time I lay fast asleep She lays her head down on my bed and she sets in to weep She wept and cried, she well near died, she says, What shall I do? So I hauled her into bed and I covered up her head to save her from the foggy foggy dew Now lie down there you silly young girl and wipe away those tears Then I hauled her shift up over her head and I wrapped it round her ears We were all right in the summer time and in the winter too And I held her tight that live-long night to save her from the foggy foggy dew Now hark to me you silly young girl and don't you be afraid Cause if you're going to live with me you've got to learn your trade I learned her all that summer time and in the winter too And truth to tell she learned that well, she saved us from the foggy foggy dew One night I lay there good as gold. Here's what she says to me I've got a pain athwart my back where no pain ought to be I was all right in the summer time and in the winter too But I've took some ill or a kind of a chill from lying in the foggy foggy dew One night she starts to moan and cry. Says I, What's up with you? She says, I never should have been this way if that hadn't been for you I put my boots and trousers on, I fetched my neighbour too But do what we would we couldn't do no good and she died in the foggy foggy dew I'm a bachelor born and I live with my son and we work at the weaving trade And every time I look in his face I see the eyes of that fair young maid That remind me of the summer time and of the winter too And the many many times she lay in my arms to save us from the foggy foggy dew