It is likely in the DT, but I have had trouble finding stuff there of late, so here is one from the www:

THE FOGGY, FOGGY DEW

Now I am a bachelor I live all alone,
I work at the weaver's trade,
And the only, only thing that I ever did wrong,
Was to woo a fair young maid,
I wooed her in the summer time and in the winter too,
And the only thing that I ever did wrong,
Was to shield her from the foggy, foggy dew.

One night as I lay fast asleep,
She came to my bedside,
She laid her head upon my breast and she began to cry,
She sobbed, she sighed, she damn near died,
Oh lord what could I do,
So I took her into bed and I covered up her head,
Just to shield her from the foggy, foggy dew.

Now I am a bachelor, I live with my son,
We work at the weaver's trade,
And every, every time that I look into his eyes,
He reminds me of that fair young maid,
He reminds of the summertime and of the winter too,
And the only, only time that I held her in my arms,
Just to shield her from the foggy, foggy dew.