The Poor Ditching Boy Lyrics - Richard Thompson

Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad 

The river too weary to flood 

The storming wind cut through to my skin 

But she cut through to my blood 

I was looking for trouble to tangle my line 

But trouble came looking for me 

I knew I was standing on treacherous ground 

I was sinking too fast to run free 

With her scheming, idle ways 

She left me poor enough 

The storming wind cut through to my skin 

But she cut through to my blood 

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I would not be asking, I would not be seen 

A-beggin? on mountain or hill 

But I? m ready and blind with my hands tied behind 

I? ve neither a mind nor a will 

With her scheming, idle ways 

She left me poor enough 

The storming wind cut through to my skin 

But she cut through to my blood 

It? s bitter the need of the poor ditching boy 

He? ll always believe what they say 

They tell him it? s hard to be honest and true 

Does he mind if he doesn? t get paid? 

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With her scheming, idle ways 

She left me poor enough 

The storming wind cut through to my skin 

But she cut through to my blood