Classic Poem

When I was a bachelor young and gay
I followed the roving trade
And all the harm that ever I done,
I courted a pretty maid.
I courted her in the summer season
And part of the winter too,
And many a night I walked with her
All over foggy dew.

One night as I lay on my bed
As I lay fast asleep,
Then up comes this pretty fair maid
And most bitterly did weep.
She wept, she moaned, she tore her hair,
Crying, " Alas, what shall I do?
This night I'm resolved to stay with you
For fear of the foggy dew."

'Twas in the first part of the night
We passed our time away,
And in the latter part of the night,
For she stayed with me till day.
And when broad daylight did appear
She cried, " I am undone."
" Oh hold your tongue, you silly girl,
For the foggy dew has gone.

" Suppose that you should have a child,
What need have you to fear?
Suppose that you should have another,
What need have we to care?
And suppose that we should have another
And another and another too,
'Twould make you think of your foolish tricks
And about the foggy dew."

I loved this girl most dearly
And I loved her as my life;
I took this girl and married her,
Made her my lawful wife.
And I never told her of her faults
And never intended to,
But every time she smiled at me
I think of the foggy dew.