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Foggy Foggy Dew - Roger Whittaker - Folk Songs (Vinyl, LP, Album)

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  1. Find album reviews, stream songs, credits and award information for Folk Songs of Our Time - Roger Whittaker on AllMusic - Find album reviews, stream songs, credits and award information for Folk Songs of Our Time - Roger Whittaker on AllMusic - The Foggy Dew. Traditional. Roger Whittaker. Amazon: 5: My Love Is Like a Red Red.
  2. Foggy Dew-O, an Album by Foggy Dew-O. Released in on Decca (catalog no. SKL ; Vinyl LP). Genres: Contemporary Folk.
  3. Foggy Foggy Dew Lyrics: When I was a bachelor I lived all alone / And I worked to do weaver's trade / And the only, only thing that I ever did it wrong / Was to woo a fair young maid / I wooed her.
  4. Roger Whittaker - Foggy Foggy Dew lyrics. Foggy Foggy Dew by Roger Whittaker. When I was a bachelor I lived all alone. And I worked to do weaver's trade. And the only, only thing that I ever did it wrong. Was to woo a fair young maid. I wooed her in the winter time and in the summer too.
  5. The Foggy Foggy Dew (full traditional text) Lyrics: When I was a bachelor I lived all alone and I worked at the weaving trade / And the only thing that I ever did wrong was courting a fair young.
  6. Roger Whittaker - The Best of Roger Whittaker Album Lyrics; 1. A Man Without Love: 2. All of My Life: 3. Before She Breaks My Heart: 4. Dirty Old Town: 5. Down by the Sally Gardens: 6. Drink to Me Only With Thine Eyes: 7. Durham Town: 8. Foggy, Foggy Dew: 9. Greensleeves: Halfway Up a Mountain: I Believe: I Don't Believe in If Any.
  7. "Foggy Dew" or "Foggy, Foggy Dew" is an English folk tysirosofinkasouserdolimate.coinfo song describes the outcome of an affair between a young weaver and a girl he courted for some time. She initially comes to his bed because she is afraid of the "foggy, foggy dew" but it seems she often returned.
  8. Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew Now 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 the fair young maid He reminds me of the winter time 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.

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