Em       D   Em                         D         C                                     G   Am    D Em
One day I walked the road and crossed a field to go by where the hounds ran hard
                         D   Em                       D         C                                       G    Am        G
And on the master raced, behind the hunters chased to where the path was barred
C                       D        G            A            Em                   D
One fine young lady�s horse refused the fence to clear
       C               D          G          A             C   D      G    A     B
I unlocked the gate but she did wait until the pack had disappeared

Crop handle carved in bone, sat high upon the 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 the simple man�s downfall in hand, I raised the flag that she unfurled.
 

E       Am             G   Am                             G                Dm    E  Dm E  Dm
Boot leather flashing and spur � necks the size of your thumb
E      Am                   G   Am                                       Dm     E
This high � born hunter had tastes as strange as they come, come

  Instrumental: Em  D  Em     D C     G Am   D Em  x 2

E   Am            G     Am          G            Dm    E   Dm  E   Dm
Unbridled passion, I took the bit in my teeth
E     Am            G Am               G              Dm            E
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 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

Em  Bm  C   D   E
Oh,  oh,  oh, oh, ooh
 

transcription by:
Jim McWeeney <[email protected]>