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Hunting Girl
by 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 un- locked the gate but she did wait
until the pack had dis- appeared.
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.
(2nd part)
Boot leather flashing and spurnecks
the size of my thumb.
This highborn hunter had tastes
as strange as they come.
come!
* Instrumental over verse
Unbridled passion:
I took the bit in my teeth.
Her standing over me
on my knees under- neath.
Underneath! Gah la la la!
My lady, be discreet.
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.
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 un- locked the gate but she did wait
until the pack had dis- appeared.
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.
(2nd part)
Boot leather flashing and spurnecks
the size of my thumb.
This highborn hunter had tastes
as strange as they come.
come!
* Instrumental over verse
Unbridled passion:
I took the bit in my teeth.
Her standing over me
on my knees under- neath.
Underneath! Gah la la la!
My lady, be discreet.
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.