Hunter
She looked mighty contrairie
Riding on the open prairie
Astride the most beatiful horse
I ever laid eyes upon
Eyes of pure brown
Soft hair falling down
All over her pretty
So pretty soft face
As she kicked up her mount
The dust stormed in clouds
And i will never again
Lay eyes upon one as pretty as her
Words cant explain
The posture she assertained
As she hunted her pray
On the wide open moor
So here is to a lady
So bright and contrairie
That if i knew her better
Would make me surely fall in love
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