Текст песни The Poor Ditching Boy - Richard Thompson
Was
there
ever
a
winter
so
cold
and
so
sad
The
river
too
weary
to
flood
The
storming
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
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
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
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
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?
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

1 What If?
2 They Tore the Hippodrome Down
3 Seven Brothers
4 Rainbow over the Hill
5 Never Again
6 I Must Have a March
7 I'll Take All My Sorrows to the Sea
8 The Poor Ditching Boy
9 Alexander Graham Bell
10 Sloth
11 Push and Shove
12 End of the Rainbow
13 Poor Will and the Jolly Hangman
14 She Played Right into My Hands
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