Poor Ditching Boy Songtext
von Beggars' Hill

Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad
The river too weary to flood
The storming wind cut through to me skin
But she cut through to me blood

With her scheming idle ways
She left me for a nod
The storming wind cut through to me skin
But she cut through to me blood

I was looking for trouble to tangle me lines
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 for a nod
The storming wind cut through to me skin
But she cut through to me blood

I would not be asking, I would not be seen
Begging on mountain or hill
For I′m ready and blind with me hands tied behind
I've neither a mind nor a will

With her scheming idle ways
She left me for a nod
The storming wind cut through to me skin
But she cut through to me 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
That the mind that be doesn′t get paid


With her scheming idle ways
She left me for a nod
The storming wind cut through to me skin
But she cut through to me blood