The Foggy Dew
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The Foggy Dew
Bm/Hm* Over the hills I Em went one A day;
A Bm/Hm* lovely Em maid I Bm/Hm* spied.
With Bm/Hm* her coalblack hair and her Em mantle so A green,
An Bm/Hm* image Em to per- Bm/Hm* ceive.
Says D I,” Dear G girl, will you D be my A bride?”
And she Bm/Hm* lifted her Em eyes F#m of Bm/Hm* blue.
She Bm/Hm* smiled and said,” Young man, Em I`m to A wed;
I`m to Bm/Hm* meet him in the Em foggy Bm/Hm* dew.
Over the hills I went one day;
A lovely maid I spied.
With her coalblack hair and her mantle so green,
An 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,
A singing I did go.
Met this lovely maid with her coalblack hair,
And she answered soft and low.
Said she,” Young man, I`ll be your bride,
If I know that you`ll be true.
Oh, in my arms, all of her charms
Where casted in the foggy dew.