Jеthrо Тull - Нunting Girl | Текст песни

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One day I walked the road
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 spurnecks the size of my thumb
This highborn hunter had tastes as strange as they come
Unbridled passion, I took the bit in my teeth
Her standing over me on my knees 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 come to 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


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