Hunting Girl (2003 Remastered Version)

One day I walked the roads and crossed a field to go

By where the hounds ran hard

And on the master raced, behind the hunters chased

To where the path was barred

One fine young lady's horse

Refused the fence to clear

I unlocked the gate but she did wait

Until the pack had disappeared

Crop handle carved in bone sat high upon a throne

Of finest English leather

The queen of all the pack, this joker raised his hat

And talked about the weather

All should be warned about

This high born hunting girl

She took this simple man's downfall in hand

I raised the flag that she unfurled

Boot leather flashing and spur necks the size of my thumb

This high born hunter had tastes as strange as they come

Come

Unbridled passion I took the bit in my teeth

Her standing over me on my knees underneath

Underneath

My lady be discrete I must get to my feet

And go back to the farm

Whilst I appreciate you are no deviate

I might not do some harm

I'm not inclined to act so refined

If that's how it goes

Oh, high born hunting girl

I'm just a normal low born so and so