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THE FOGGY, FOGGY DEW When I was a bachelor, I liv'd all alone I worked at the weaver's trade; And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong Was to woo a fair young maid. I wooed her in the wintertime, Part of the summer, too, And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew. One night she knelt close by my side When I was fast asleep. She threw her arms around my neck, And she 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 Just to keep her from the foggy foggy dew. Again I am a bachelor, I live with my son We work at the weaver's trade. And every sing time I look into his eyes He reminds me of that fair young maid. He reminds me of the wintertime Part of the summer, too, And the many, many times that I held her in my arms Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy, dew. Note: This is the version that helped kick off the big folk boom- -Burl Ives'. Bowdlerized, yes. But marvelously economical and a really fine piece of folk poetry, in my opinion, at least. The tune is transcribed directly from the Burl Ives Song Book (1953) Note how it's been folk processed since then. RG DT #333 Laws O3 @bastard @seduction filename[ FOGGDEW5 TUNE FILE: FOGGDEW5 CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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