Hunting Girl Lyrics

     [Instrumental]

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 spur-necks the size of my thumb.
This high-born 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.

     [Instrumental]

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.