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Hunting Girl
Jethro Tull
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Now, to finally lay to rest any ugly rumours that John Glasscock
Is a kinky bastard and likes being thrashed severely across the bum
We'll do it only very slightly in the next song. It was dedicated
To a young lady very much into the equestrian pursuits. It's all
About a hunting girl, a hunting girl. Aha! One, two, three, four
One day I walked alone
Across the fields of Gold
By where the fountains run hard
And on the marshes of rays
Behind the herders' trays
To where the path was marred
One fine young lady's horse
Refused the paths to clear
I unlocked the gate but she did wait
Until the pack had disappeared
Drop handled club 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
For she took this simple man's
Downfall in hand
By rays the flag that she unfurled
Boot leather flashing
The spurs next the size of my thumb
This high-born 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
La la la la
My lady, be discrete
I must get to my feet
And go back to the farm
Whilst I appreciate
You are no deviate
I may come to some harm
I'm not inclined
To exercise in that
How it goes
Oh, high-born hunting girl
I'm just a normal old
Baron So-and-So
La la la la la
Erm, this is a song which got us into some small degree of trouble
Back home in Blighty, where the music critics decided
That it was a song of an autobiographical nature; indeed
That I was singing about myself. Heh, silly sods, of course
I wasn't. I was singing about some other cunt; it's called "
Too Old to Rock and Roll and Too Young to Na Na Na"
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