[Verse]
G C
When I was a bachelor I lived all alone
G
I worked at the weaver's trade
C
And the only only thing I did that was wrong
D7 G
Was to woo a fair young maid
[Verse]
D7 G
I wooed her in the winter time
D7 G
Some of the summer too
C
And the only only thing I did that was wrong
D7 G
Was to keep her from the foggy foggy dew
[Verse]
C
One night she knelt down by my side
G
When I was fast asleep
C
She threw her arms around my neck
D7 G
And then began to weep
[Verse]
D7 G
She wept she cried she tore her hair
D7 G
Ah me what could I do
C
So all night long I held her in my arms
D7 G
To keep her from the foggy foggy dew
[Verse]
C
Again I am a bachelor and I live with my son
G
We work at the weaver's trade
C
And every single time that I look into his eyes
D7 G
He reminds me of the fair young maid
[Verse]
D7 G
He reminds me of the winter time
D7 G
Part of the summer too
C
And the many many times I held her in my arms
D7 G
To keep her from the foggy foggy dew