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 passion, 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