, 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
Превод: Томпсън, Ричард. Бедното момче Ditching.
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