Paraulas " 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. "
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" 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. "