The Foggy Dew sing and play along

Over the hills I went one day;

a lovely maid I spied.

With her coal black hair and her mantle so green,

an she image to perceive.

Says I, "Dear girl, will you be my bride?"

And she lifted her eyes of blue.

She smiled and said, "Young man,

I'm to wed;

I'm to meet him in the foggy dew.

Over the hills I went one morn,

asinging I did go.

Met this lovely maid with her coal tle black hair,

and she answered soft and low.

Said she, "Young man, I'll you be your bride,

if I know ed that you'll be true."

Oh, in my arms all man,

of her charms were to casted in the foggy dew.

dew.