Foggy Dew - Luke Kelly with LYRICS

Great song, from the one and only.


A special thanks to mad for the lyrics.

When I was a bachelor, airy and young
I followed the rovin' trade
And the only harm that ever Ive done
Was courting a servant maid
I courted her in the summer long
And part of the winter too
But manys the time I rolled my love
All over the foggy dew

One night as I lay in my bed
A-taking my pleasant sleep
this pretty young maid she came to me
And bitterly she did weep
She tore her hair and the rung her hands
saying oh what shall I do?
For tonight I've resolved to sleep with you
For fear of the foggy dew

All in the first part of that night
We rolled in sport and play
And in the latter part of that night
She in my arms did lay
And when broad daylight did appear
She cried, I am undone
Ah hold your tongue, you silly young girl
for the foggy dew is gone

Supposing you should have a child
it would make you laugh and smile
and suppose you had another one
it would make you think awhile
and suppose you had another one
And another one or two
it would make you leave off them foolish young tricks
And think on the foggy dew

I love that girl with all my heart
shes as dear as my lovely life
but in the latter part of the year
she became another mans wife
But Ive never told him of her faults
and Im damned if ever Ill do
but manys the time as she winks and smiles
I think of the foggy dew
When I was a bachelor, I liv'd all alone
I worked at the weaver's trade
And the only, only thing that I ever did 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.

One night she came to my bedside
When I was fast asleep.
She laid her head upon my bed
And she began to weep.
She sighed, she cried, she damn near died
She said what shall I do?
So I hauled her into bed and covered up her head
Just to keep her from the foggy foggy dew.

So, I am a bachelor, I live with my son
and we work at the weaver's trade.
And every single time that I look into his eyes
He reminds me of that fair young maid.
He reminds me of the wintertime
And of the summer, too,
And of the many, many times that I held her in my arms
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy, dew. [3]

An Irish version of the same song starts :

When I was a bachelor, airy and young, I followed the roving trade,
And the only harm that ever I did was courting a servant maid.
I courted her all summer long, and part of the winter, too
And many's the time I rolled my love all over the foggy dew.''