Álbum: Songs From the Wood (1977)
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+ (F4)- (F2)Em D
One day I walked the road and crossed a field
C G A5
to go by where the hounds ran hard.
Em D
And on the master raced: behind the hunters chased
C G A5
to where the path was barred.
C D G A Em
One fine young lady's horse refused the fence to clear.
C D G A B
I unlocked the gate but she did wait until the pack had disappeared.
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Em D C G A5
Crop handle carved in bone; sat high upon a throne of finest English leather.
Em D C G A5
The queen of all the pack, this joker raised his hat and talked about the weather.
C D G A Em
All should be warned about this high born Hunting Girl.
C D G A B
She took this simple man's downfall in hand; I raised the flag that she unfurled.
Am G F Em
Boot leather flashing and spurnecks the size of my thumb.
Am G F E
This highborn hunter had tastes as strange as they come, come.
Am G F Em
Unbridled passion: I took the bit in my teeth.
Am G F E
Her standing over --- me on my knees underneath, underneath.
Em D C G A5
My lady, be discrete.I must get to my feet and go back to the farm.
Em D C G A5
Whilst I appreciate you are no deviate, I might come to some harm.
C D G A Em
I'm not inclined to acts refined, if that's how it goes.
C D G A B
Oh, high born Hunting Girl, I'm just a normal low born so and so.
Em C D E
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