The Poor Ditching Boy

[Verse 1]
Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad?
With the river too weary to flood
The storming wind cut through to my skin
But she cut through to my blood

[Verse 2]
I was looking for trouble to tangle my lines
When trouble come looking for me
I knew I was standing on treacherous ground
But I was sinking too fast to run free

[Chorus]
With her scheming, idle ways
She left me poor enough
The storm and the wind cut through to my skin
But she cuts through to my blood

[Violin Solo]

[Verse 3]
Now I would not be asking, I would not be seen
Either begging on a mountain or hill
Still I'm ready and I'm blind with my hands tied behind
For I've neither a mind nor a will

[Verse 4]
Oh, it's bitter the need of thе poor ditching boy
For he'll always believе what they say
When they tell him it's hard to be honest and good
Does he mind when he doesn't get paid?

[Chorus]
With her scheming, idle ways
She left me poor enough
The storm and the wind cut through to my skin
But she cuts through to my blood
With her scheming, idle ways
She left me poor enough
The storm and the wind cut through to my skin
But she cuts through to my blood