Poor Ditching Boy
Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad?
The river too weary to flood
The storm in the 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
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With her scheming, idle ways
She left me poor enough
The storm in the wind cut through to my skin
But she cut through to my blood
I would not be asking, I would not be seen
Begging on mountain or hill
But I'm ready and blind with my hands tied behind
Of neither a mind nor a will
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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 mind if he doesn't get paid
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