Well now I once was a bachelor, I lived all alone, I worked at the weaver's tradeAnd the only thing that I did that was wrong was to a fair young maidI wooed her in the wintertime, part of the summer tooAnd many, many times I held her in my arms just to keep her from fawty-fawty-doWell now one night she knelt close by my side when I was fast asleepShe threw her arms around my neck and then began to weepShe wept, she cried, she down here died, I mean what could I doSo all night long I held her in my arms just to keep her from fawty-fawty-doWell now again I'm a bachelor, I live with my son, we work at the weaver's tradeAnd every time I look into his eyes he reminds me of the fair young maidHe reminds me of the wintertime, part of the summer tooAnd many, many times I held her in my arms just to keep her from fawty-fawty-doHe reminds me of the wintertime, part of the summer tooAnd many, many times I held her in my arms just to keep her from fawty-fawty-do*