Hunting Girl (Live) (2004 Digital Remaster) - Jethro Tull
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
He 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 flashin' 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 standin' 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