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- CPDL #05303: PDF and MIDI files
- Editor: Eva Toller (submitted 2003-07-02). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 341 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: arranged by Eva Toller. MIDI files available for each part.
General Information
Title: The Foggy, Foggy Dew
Composer: Anonymous (Traditional)
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: TTBB
Genre: Secular, Folksong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
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Original text and translations
English text
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.