Try this - from the singing of Jim Morrison at Sharp's:

Oh I am a gamekeeper and I come from Nottinghamshire,
My master treated me decent but my mistress she was queer.
I met her in the woods one day, she asked me for some game,
I messed up by best tweed suit but I enjoyed it just the same;

With me deerstalker hat and me tooraloora-lie
I was the lover of Lady Chatterley.

Well we had a game of blind man's buff, she landed in the grass,
She looked so pretty lying there, and so I made a pass.
Her husband didn't seem to mind it, in fact, it went to her head,
She pulled me into the covers and she pushed me into bed.

She said the aristocracy should mix with working folk,
She mixed alright with me that night, it got beyond a joke.
He husband couldn't please her, she said it was the war,
I said to myself he's gone on strike because he knows what he's in for.

And after we had finished what has since been called a bout
This pretty young maid jumped out of bed and then began to shout,
'There's that dirty D.H.Lawrence a-peeping round the door',
He was gone before that I could get my gun, and he wrote down all he saw.

Well they wouldn't let him publish it because it was pornographic,
But travellers brought it from abroad and did a roaring traffic.
Then Penguin took the case to court and had a bit of luck,
And they made a bloomin' fortune printing words like 'love a duck'

Well now I still think of her, although her sins were scarlet,
She befriended a working chap like me and now she's called a harlot.
And as for old Sir Clifford, he has given to me the sack,
Because he read what happened in bed that night in a Penguin paperback.