THE FOGGY DEW

 

A down the hill I went one morn,
A lovely maid I spied.
Her hair was as bright as the dew that wets
Sweet Anner's verdant side.
'And where go ye, sweet maid,' said I?
She raised her eyes of blue,
And smiled and said 'The boy I wed
I'm to meet in the foggy dew.'

Go hide your blooms ye roses red
And droop ye lilies rare.
For you must pale for very shame,
Before a maid so fair.
Said I 'Dear maid, will you be me bride?'
Beneath her eyes of blue,
She smiled and said, 'The boy I wed
I'm to meet in the foggy dew.'

A down the hill I went at morn,
A singing I did go.
A down the hill I went at morn,
She answer'd soft and low.
'Yes I will be your own dear bride,
And I know that you'll be true.'
Then signed in me arms and all her charms
Were hid in the foggy dew.