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As I was an old bachelor I
followed a roving trade
And all the harm that ever I done I courted a servant maid.
I courted her one summer season and part of the winter, too,
And many a time I rolled my love all over the foggy dew.
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One night as I laid in my bed,
a-taking my balm of sleep,
This pretty fair maid came to me, and how bitterly she did weep.
She wept, she mourned, she tore her hair,
crying, "Alas, what shall I do?
This night I resolved to sleep with you,
for fear of the foggy dew."
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