Folkesang fra Suffolk.
1. When I was a bach'lor, 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
and in the summer too;
And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong,
Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
2. One night she knelt close by my side,
When I was fast asleep.
She threw her arms around my neck
And then began to weep.
She wept, she cried, she tore her hair,
Ah, me, what could I do?
So all night through I held her in my arms.
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
3. Again I'm a bach'lor, I live with my son,
We work at the weaver's trade;
And every single time that I look into his eyes,
He reminds me of the fair young maid.
He reminds me of the wintertime
And 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.