The Foggy Dew

Over the hills I (Gm)went one (C)day;

a (Dm)lovely (Gm)maid (Am)I (Dm)spied.

With her coal black hair and her (Gm)mantle so (C)green,

an she (Dm)image (Gm)to (Am)(Dm)perceive.

Says (F)I, "Dear (Bb)girl, will you (F)be my (C)bride?"

And she (Dm)lifted her (Am)eyes of (Dm)blue.

She smiled and said, "Young man,

(Gm)I'm to (C)wed;

I'm to (Dm)meet him in the (Gm)(Am)foggy (Dm)dew.

Over the hills I (Gm)went one (C)morn,

(Dm)asinging (Gm)I (Am)did (Dm)go.

Met this lovely maid with her (Gm)coal tle black (C)hair,

and she (Dm)answered (Gm)soft (Am)and (Dm)low.

Said (F)she, "Young (Bb)man, I'll you (F)be your (C)bride,

if I (Dm)know ed that (Am)you'll be (Dm)true."

Oh, in my arms all man,

(Gm)of her (C)charms were to (Dm)casted in the (Gm)(Am)foggy (Dm)dew.

(Dsus)(Dm)dew.