D G E
When I was a bachelor, I lived all alone,
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I worked at the weaver's trade.
D G E
And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong
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Was to woo a fair young maid.
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I wooed her in the wintertime, and part of the summer too.
D G E
And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong
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Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
D G E
One night she knelt close by my side
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When I was fast asleep.
D G E
She threw her arms around my neck
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And then began to weep.
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She wept, she cried, she tore her hair, ah, me, what could I do?
D G E
So all night long I held her in my arms
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Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
D G E
Again I'm a bachelor, I live with my son,
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We work at the weaver's trade.
D G E
And every single time I look into his eyes,
A D
He reminds me of the fair young maid.
A D A D
He reminds me of the wintertime, and part of the summer too,
D G E
And the many, many times that I held her in my arms,
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Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
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