, 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
ترجمة: تومبسون ، ريتشارد. الفتى التخندق الفقيرة.
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