The Poor Ditching Boy - Live

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