Foggy Dew

This early morning scene with rising mist and heavy dew reminds me:

'When I was a bachelor, I liv'd all alone
I worked at the weaver's trade
And the 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 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 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.'

My grandmother sang this to me ( I had no idea what it meant!) and 60 years later, I still remember all the words.

The BBC restricted the airing of this 'filthy ballad',which dates from 1815.