Hunting Girl

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 highborn hunter Had tastes as strange as they come, come Unbridled pa*sion, 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 do some harm I'm not inclined to acts refined If that's how it goes Oh, high born hunting girl I'm just a normal low born so and so Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh