A-down the hill I went one morn
A fair young man, I spied
His eyes were bright as the dew that wets
Sweet Anner's verdant side
"And where go ye, pretty maid?" said he
I raised my eyes of blue
And smiled and said – "The boy I wed
I will meet in the foggy dew..."

Go hang your head, ye roses red
And blush, you lilies dear
Why you should fade for very shame
Before a boy so rare
Said he – "Fair maid, will ya be my bride?"
I raised my eyes of blue
And smiled and said – "The boy I wed
I will meet in the foggy dew..."

A-down the hill I went at morn
A-singing I did go
A-down the hill I that very morn
I whispered soft and low
"Yes! I wil be your own dear bride
And I know you will be true.."
Then sighed in his arms, and all our charms
Were hid in the foggy dew