Classic Poem

1

I was a bachelor, I lived by myself,
I worked at the weaver's trade;
The only thing I did that was wrong
Was to woo a pretty maid.
I wooed her in the summer-time
And in the winter, too;
And all night long I held her in my arms,
Just to shield her from the foggy, foggy dew.

2

I am a bachelor, I live with my son;
We work at the weaver's trade;
And ev'ry single time I look into his eyes
He reminds me of the fair young maid.
He reminds me of the winter-time
And of the summer, too;
And the many, many times that I held her in my arms,
Just to shield her from the foggy, foggy dew.