Three Irish Folksong Settings: The Foggy Dew - Mimmi Fulmer/Leone Buyse/Martin Amlin/Scott Gendel
A down the hill I went at morn
A lovely maid I spied
Her hair was bright as the dew
That wets sweet Anner's 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 mom
A singing I did go
A down the hill I went at mom
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
And all her charms
They were hidden in the foggy dew