If you want to go
Please will you bestow the honour on me?
See behind these hedge rows
There are truly lonely people
Do you really love the countryside way of life
Enriched with country pursuits
And the wildlife of which you shoot
Your heritage set in with country roots
The horse and hounds
Of which so many abound
Still I’ll run any country mile
To escape traditions that are vulgar and vile
But the prejudice that you say you face
Is very different to discrimination between race
Heroes would not defend blood shed
Or mark there stamp on the living dead
A sport should never have a winner before they start
Or rip out a beating heart
Still behind so many hedge rows
There are those
Who can live with murder and repose
Would you care for tea?
Or something a little less bourgeoisie
We could talk about the pain inflected by a snare
Or something a slightly more simplistic if you dare
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