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Foggy Dew (Irish)
See also: Foggy Dew (English)

Down the hills I went one morn,
A lovely maid I spied;
Down the hills I went one morn,
She looked at me and smiled.
Her eyes did shine like diamonds bright,
And sparkled lke the dew;
She smiled and said: "You're the boy I'll wed,
I'm to meet you in the foggy dew."

Droop your head, your rose of red,
As the weeping willows deep;
You should droop your head in shame
Before a maid so sweet.
And I says: "Pretty girl, won't you be my bride
Beneath the skies of blue?"
She smiled and said, "You'e the boy I'll wed,
I'm to meet you in the foggy dew."

Down the hills I went one morn,
A-singing I did go,
Down the hills I went that morn,
And she answered soft and low.
She says: "If you be my true love
I'm sure that you'll prove true;
And close in my arms I will roll your charms,
We'll be hidden in the foggy dew."

####.... Variant of a song written by E H Milligan (Songs Of The Irish Harpers, 1910) ....####

Collected by Margaret Sargent in 1956 from John Joe English [1896-1991] of Branch, St Mary's Bay, NL, and published in Songs Of The Newfoundland Outports, Volume 2, pp.520-521, by the National Museum of Canada (1965) Crown Copyrights Reserved.

Kenneth Peacock noted that the tune for this lovely song comes from the traditional repertoire of Irish Harpers. The text, however, was specially written by E H Milligan for a 1910 publication called Songs Of The Irish Harpers. It is beautiful illustration of the theory that oral transmission improves the quality of 'composed' verse. In this case, Peacock further noted, the rather stilted sentiments of post-Victorian verse have been infused with an unaccustomed naturelness and warmth. Instead of noting the many improvements of the 'folk' versions, Peacock quoted the original in its entirety.

A-down the hill I went one morn,
A lovely maid I spied,
Her hair was bright as the dew that wets
Sweet Anner's verdant side.
"And where go ye, sweet maid?" said I,
She raised her eyes of blue,
And smiled and said, "The boy I wed
I'm to meet in the foggy dew."

Go hide your blooms, ye roses red,
And droop, ye lilies rare,
Or you must pale for very shame,
Before a maid so fair.
Said I, "Dear maid, will you be my bride?"
Beneath her eyes of blue,
She smiled and said, "The boy I wed
I'm to meet in the foggy dew."

A-down the hill I went at morn,
A-singing I did go,
A-down the hill I went at morn,
She answered soft and low,
"Yes! I wil be your own dear bride
And I know that you'll be true,"
Then sighed in my arms, and all her charms
Were hid in the foggy dew.

####.... E H Milligan (Songs Of The Irish Harpers, 1910) ....####

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