Seems the Irish tried to nick it as an IRA song,,
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Got clipped over the head for this and told to shut my mouth back in the 50s by my Grandfather because it was disgusting.

" I am a bachelor and I live with my son, and we work at the weavers trade, and the only only thing I ever did wrong was to woe a fair young maid"

Edit just googled it.

When I was a bachelor, I liv'd all alone
I worked at the weaver's trade
And the only, only thing that I ever did wrong
Was to woo a fair young maid.
I wooed her in the wintertime
And in the summer, too
And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong
Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.

One night she came to my bedside
When I was fast asleep.
She laid her head upon my bed
And she began to weep.
She sighed, she cried, she damn near died
She said what shall I do?
So I hauled her into bed and covered up her head
Just to keep her from the foggy foggy dew.

So, I am a bachelor, I live with my son
And we work at the weaver's trade.
And every single time that I look into his eyes
He reminds me of that fair young maid.
He reminds me of the wintertime
And of the summer, too,
And of the many, many times that I held her in my arms
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy, dew.[5]

A further verse, generally used as the penultimate one, is:

Twas in the first part of the night
That we did sport and play
And in the second part of the night
She in my arms did lie
When morning came, she said to me
Oh sir, I am undone.
Oh hold your row, you silly young gal
The foggy dew is gone.