Текст песни Jethro Tull - Hunting Girl
Jethro Tull - Hunting Girl слова песни
One day I walked the road and crossed a field to go by where the hounds ranhard.And on the master raced: behind the hunters chased to where the path wasbarred.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 Englishleather.The Queen of all the Pack: this joker raised his hat and talked about theweather.All should be warned about this high-born Hunting Girl.She took this simple man`s downfall in hand; I raised the flag that sheunfurled.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.