The foggy, foggy dew - Traditional

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◈ Genre / Form → Folksongs ♬ Besetzung → TTBB ¶ Sprache → Englisch

Stimmen 4

Instrumente A cappella

Seiten 6

CPDL Nr. 5303

Bearbeiter Eva Toller

Veröffentlicht 2003-07-02

Lizenz Personal

Schlagwörter

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When I was a bachelor, I lived 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.