The Foggy Dew - Jannie Frickie
Over the hills I went one day, lovely maid I spied
With her coal black 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 in the foggy dew"
Over the hills I went one mom, a-singing I did go.
Met this lovely maid with her coal black hair.
And she answered soft and low:
Said she, "Young man I will be your bride.
If I know that you will be true."
Oh, in my arms, all of her cams
Were cast in the foggy dew
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