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