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The Foggy Dew (2) 
The Foggy Dew (2) 
I courted her all of the winter And part of the summer, too, All the harm that I have done Was to court a pretty fair maid. 
One night she came to my bedside So bitterly she did weep, Come to my bed, my pretty fair miss Get out of the foggy dew. 
She laid in my arms until broad daylight The sun began to shine, I turned my back on the pretty fair miss Good-bye, my love, I'm gone. 
Towards the first part of the year She took pale in the face; Along towards the latter part of the year She got bigger round the waist. 
Along towards the last of the year She brought me a son, Now you see as well as I What the foggy dew has done. 
I taken this girl and married her I loved her as my life; And I taken this girl and married her She made me a virtuous wife. 
I never throwed it up to her Damn my eyes if I had For every time the baby cried I'd think of the foggy dew. 
From Southern Folk Songs From the Southern Appalachians, Sharp Collected from Mr. Ebe Richards, 1918 DT #333 Laws O3