Genre: folk
When I was a sin-gle man,
I lived by my-self,
I worked at a cob-bler's trade,
And the on-ly, on-ly thing
that I did that's wrong
was to woo a fair young maid.
I wooed her in the win-ter-time,
and in the sum-mer too,
And the on-ly on-ly thing
that I did that's wrong
was to keep her from
the fog-gy, fog-gy dew.