Richard Thompson - Poor Ditching Boy

A favourite by Richard. Lyrics: Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad A river to weary to flood The storming wind cut through to my skin But she cut through to my blood I wasn’t looking for trouble to tangle my line But trouble came looking for me I knew I was standing on treacherous ground I was sinking to fast to run free Chorus: 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 Begging on mountain or hill But I’m ready and blind with my hands tied behind I’ve neither a mind nor a will Chorus It’s bitter the need of the poor ditching boy He’ll always believe what they say They tell him its hard to be honest and true Does he mind if he doesn’t get paid? Chorus