The Foggy Dew

When I was a bachelor, young and bold I followed the roving trail The only thing that I ever done wrong I courted a handsome maid I wooed her all the summertime And part of the winter too The only harm that ever I done Was to keep off the foggy dew 'Twas on one night about twelve o'clock As I lay fast asleep There came this maid to my bedside And bitterly she did weep She wept, she moaned, she tore her hair And she cried, "What shall I do?" So I rolled her into bed and I covered up her head For to keep off the foggy dew Well, all the first part of that night And we did sport and play And all the latter part of that night Snug in my arms she lay And when the broad daylight appeared She cried, "I am undone" Well, hold your tongue, my pretty young girl For the foggy dew has gone Well, I never told nobody her name And it's damned be if I do But it's often times that I think on that night That I kept off the foggy dew