Foggy, Foggy Dew is an American folk song. It was published on a broadside around 1815, though Burl Ives, who popularized the song in the 1940s, claimed that it dated to colonial America. Ives was once jailed in Mona, Utah for singing it in public, when authorities deemed it a bawdy song.

Foggy, Foggy Dew

When I was a bachelor, I lived all alone
I worked at the weaver's trade
And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong
Was to woo a fair young maid.
I wooed her in the wintertime
Part of 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 knelt close by my side
When I was fast asleep.
She threw her arms around my neck
And she began to weep.
She wept, she cried, she tore her hair
Ah, me! What could I do?
So all night long I held her in my arms
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.

Again I am a bachelor, I live with my son
We work at the weaver's trade.
And every single time I look into his eyes
He reminds me of that fair young maid.
He reminds me of the wintertime
Part of the summer, too,
And the many, many times that I held her in my arms
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.