The Foggy Dew

As I was a carefree man, I'd taken a roving trade

And all the blame that I earned was for pursuing a maid


I came courting in the summer, in winter's chill, I would still woo

And more than once, I'd say say yes, please leave the foggy dew


One night as I laid in bed, taking a gift of sleep


My love, this maid came unto me, and sadly she did weep


She cried, she mourned, she tore her hair, she asked me then what shall we do?

There's one coming, from that night, I left the foggy dew

I've learned Nature and Sister Fate are passing cruel and mean

She bore my daughter and left this world my Jane Seymour and Queen