When 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 her in the winter time part of the summer too And the only only thing I did that was wrong Was to keep her from the foggy foggy dew One night she knelt down by my side when I was fast asleep She threw her arms around my neck and then began to weep She wept she cried she tore her hair ah me what could I do So all night long I held her in my arms To keep her from the foggy foggy dew Again I am a bachelor and I live with my son we work at the weaver's trade And every single time that I look into his eyes he reminds me of the fair young maid He reminds me of the winter time part of the summer too And the many many times that I held her in my arms To keep her from the foggy foggy dew