Fairport Convention – The Poor Ditching Boy (Guitar)

          A
Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad

                            D
With the river too weary to flood

    A
The stormy wind cut through to my skin

    D       E             A     D
But she cut through to my blood

      A
I was looking for trouble to tangle my line

                               D
But trouble come a-looking for me

  A
I knew I was standing on treacherous ground

          D           E           A
But I was sinking too fast to run free

         D    Bm   A    E
With her scheming, idle ways

    D       Bm    A
She left me poor enough

A
The storming wind cut through to my skin

    D       E             A  Bm  E
But she cut through to me blood....

A
Now I would not be asking, I would not be seen

                                D
Either begging on a mountain or hill

         A
'Til I’m ready and I’m blind, with my arms tied behind

         D         E          A    D
But I’ve neither a mind nor a will

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Oh, it’s bitter the need of the poor ditching boy

                                   D
For he’ll always believe what they say

         A
But they tell him it’s hard to be honest and true

        D            E           A
Does he mind that he doesn’t get paid?

         D    Bm   A    E
With her scheming, idle ways

    D       Bm    A
She left me poor enough

A
The storming wind cut through to my skin

    D       E             A
But she cut through to me blood

         D    Bm   A    E
With her scheming, idle ways

    D       Bm    A
She left me poor enough

A
The storming wind cut through to my skin

    D       E             D   E   A
But she cut through to me blood.....