Misc Traditional - The foggy dew

O^Bmver the hills I w^Ement one d^Aay, A lo^Bmvely m^Emaid I sp^Bmied. (Bm) With her coal black hair And her ma^Emntle so gr^Aeen, An i^Bmmage ^Emto per^Bmceive. Says ^DI, “Dear gi^Grl, will you ^Dbe my br^Aide?” And she li^Bmfted her e^Emyes of b^Bmlue, (Bm) She smiled and said, “Young man, I^Em’m to w^Aed, I’m to m^Bmeet him in the f^Emoggy d^Bmew.”

O^Bmver the hill I w^Ement one m^Aorn, A si^Bmnging ^EmI did ^Bmgo. (Bm) Met this lovely maid With her c^Emoal black h^Aair And she ans^Bmwered s^Emoft and l^Bmow, Said s^Dhe, “Young m^Gan, I’ll ^Dbe your br^Aide, If I k^Bmnow that yo^Emu’ll be t^Bmrue.” (Bm) Oh, in my arms, All ^Emof her ch^Aarms Were ca^Bmsted in the f^Emoggy d^Bmew.