As someone who carried his guitar around the pubs and clubs of Limerick and Clare in the 1960s, this song was part of my repertoire. These are the words as recorded in a notebook I used at the time:

Lover of Lady Chatterley

I am a jolly gamekeeper, I'm up from Nottinghamshire,
I served my master faithfully, but his his wife was rather queer,
For one day in the potting shed, she asked me for some game,
Maybe I mistook her, but it was fun just the same,

With my deer-stalker hat and fol-de-ridellee-dee,
I was the lover of Lady Chatterley!

We had a game of blind man's bluff, she landed on the grass,
She looked so pretty lying there, I thought I'd make a pass,
She didn't seem to mind at all, in fact it went to her head,
She pushed me into my bedroom, and she pulled me into bed.

With my deer-stalker hat, etc.

She said the aristocracy should mingle with the folk,
She mingled alright wi' me that night, it got beyond a joke
Her husband couldn't satisfy her, he said it was the War,
I said to myself he's gone on strike, he knows what he's in for

With my deer-stalker hat, etc.

After we had finished what has since been called a "bout"
That pretty young maid jumped out of bed and she began to shout,
"There's that dirty D.H.Lawrence and he's peeping round the door."
He was off before I could get me gun, and he wrote down all he saw.

With my deer-stalker-hat, etc.

They wouldn't let him publish it, they said it was pornographic,
But travellers brought it from abroad, they did a roaring traffic.
Then Penguin brought the case to court, they had a stroke of luck,
"Educational!", said the jury, knowing words like "luvaduck"

With my deer-stalker hat, etc.

And when, I think of her, although her sins were scarlet,
She befriended a working lad like me and now she's called a harlot
And as for poor Sir Clifford then, he has given me the sack,
Since he read about what happened in bed, in a Penguin paper-back,

With my deer-stalker hat, etc.