Tipo de gaita: Qualquer tipo Tom: qualquer FOGGY, FOGGY DEW TRADITIONAL 6 7 7 7 8 7 7 -6 -6 -6 -8 When I was a bachelor, I liv'd all alone 6 6 -7 -7 -8 8 8 7 I worked at the weaver's trade 6 6 7 7 7 7 8 8 8 8 -6 -6 And the only, only thing that I did that was -8 wrong 7 7 -7 6 -6 -7 7 Was to woo a fair young maid. 6 6 -7 -8 -8 8 7 6 I wooed her in the wintertime 6 6 6 -9 -9 8 Part of the summer, too 6 6 7 7 7 7 8 8 8 8 8 -6 And the only, only thing that I did that was -8 wrong 7 7 -7 -7 -7 6 -6 -6 -7 6 7 Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew. One night she knelt close by my side When I was fast asleep. She threw her arms around my neck And she began to weep. She wept, she cried, she tore her hair Ah, me! What could I do? So all night long I held her in my arms Just to keep her from the foggy foggy dew. Again I am a bachelor, I live with my son We work at the weaver's trade. And every sing time I look into his eyes He reminds me of that fair young maid. He reminds me of the wintertime Part of the summer, too, And the many, many times that I held her in my arms Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy, dew.