| Song | Hunting Girl |
| Artist | Jethro Tull |
| Album | Live In Montreaux 2003 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Anderson | |
| One day I walked the roads 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 highborn 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 | |
| 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 do 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 | |
| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
| zuo ci : Anderson | |
| One day I walked the roads 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 highborn 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 | |
| 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 do 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 | |
| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
| zuò cí : Anderson | |
| One day I walked the roads 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 highborn 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 | |
| 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 do 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 | |
| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |