I'll just see how the little grey cells are functioning at the moment.

With Me Deerstalker's Hat/The Lover of Lady Chatterley

I am a young gamekeeper, I come from Nottinghamshire
Me master he was good to me, but his wife was rather queer.
Whilst walking in the woods one day she asked me for some game.
Well maybe I mistook her, but I enjoyed it just the same.

With me deerstalker hat and me folderiddle i dee
I was the lover of Lady Chatterley

We played a game of blind man's buff and landed in the grass
The saucy wench she tickled my chin and so I made a pass
She didn't seem to mind it, it went right to her head.
She dragged me to my cottage and she hauled me into bed.

She said the aristocracy should mingle with the folk.
She mingled with me alright that night it got beyond a joke.
Her husband could not please her, he said it was the war.
I thought to myself he's gone on strike, now he knows what he's in for.

Now when we had finished what has since been written about.
Her ladyship jumped out of bed and she began to shout.
'There's that dirty DH Laurence, he was hiding behind the door!'
He'd gone before I could get my gun and he wrote down all he saw.

They wouldn't let him publish it, said it was pornographic.
Smugglers got it from abroad and did a roaring traffic.
Then Penguin took the case to court and had a stroke of luck
It's educational cried the jury its got words that rhyme with... duck!

Well now I often think of her, although her sins were scarlet.
She befriended a working lad like me, and now gets called a harlot.
But as for Sir Clifford, he's given me the sack,
Since he read about what happened to us in a Penguin paperback.

That looks about right. I heard it in Barnsley, Yorkshire, about 1968.