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Текст (слова) песни: Jethro Tull - Hunting Girl



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.

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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