Ewan MacColl — The Foggy Dew Roud 558 Laws O3 G/D 7:1496

When I was a bachelor, early and young, I followed the roving trade And the only thing that I done that was wrong Was to court a servant maid I courted her all the summer time and a part of the winter, too And many's she rolled in me arms for fear of the foggy dew, dew, dew; For fear of the foggy dew As I lay on my bed one night, taking my pleasant sleep This pretty young girl came to my bedside, and prettily she did weep She tore her hair, she wrung herr hands crying oh what shall I do? This night I'm resolved to lie with you for fear of the foggy dew, dew, dew; For fear of the foggy dew Now all the forepart of that night how we did sport and play And all the latter part of that night she rolled in my arms till day And when the daylight did appear, she cried, “I am undone.” “Hold your tongue, you foolish young maid, for the foggy dew have gone, gone, gone; For the foggy dew have gone.” “Supposing you should have a child, it'll make you laugh and smile Supposing you should have another, it'll make you think awhile And supposing you should have another, and another one or two It'll make you leave off them foolish young tricks and think of the foggy dew, dew, dew; And think of the foggy dew.” I loved that maid with all my heart, as dear as me lovely life But in the latter part of that year, she become another man's wife I never told him what she'd done, or damn me if I do But every time she winks and smiles, I think of the foggy dew, dew, dew; I think of the foggy dew