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Poor Ditching Boy (Live On 'In Concert' STV, 1977) - Fairport Convention
Written by：Richard Thompson
Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad
Where 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
But 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
I would not be asking I would not be seen
I'm begging on mountain or hill
But I'm ready and I'm blind with my hands tied behind
Well I've neither a mind nor a will
Oh 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
But even mind if he doesn't get paid
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
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
