The Foggy Dew


Sora
Arranged by John Corigliano

Lyrics

A-down the hill I went at morn, a lovely maid I spied
Her hair was bright as the dew that wets
Sweet Anners verdant side
`Now where go ye, sweet maid?` said I
She raised her eyes of blue, and smiled and said
The boy I`ll wed I`m to meet in the foggy dew!`

Go hide your bloom, ye roses red
And droop ye lilies rare
For you must pale for very shame
Before a maid so fair
Says I `Dear maid, will ye be my bride?`
Beneath her eyes of blue she smiled and said
`The boy I`ll 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 will be your own dear bride
And I know that you`ll be true`.
Then sighed in my arms are all her charms
They were hidden in the foggy dew.

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