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The Poor Ditching Boy
GWas there ever a winter so cold and so sad The river too weary to fClood The Gstorming wind cut through to my skin But Cshe cut Dthrough to my Gblood
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 Chorus:
With her CscheAmming, Gidle Dways She Cleft me Ampoor eGnough The storming wind cut through to my skin But Cshe cut Dthrough to my Gblood
I would not be asking, I would not be seen A-beggin’ 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 it’s hard to be honest and true Does he mind if he doesn’t get paid? Chorus by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com