Here Comes the Dun

Here comes the dun, here comes the dun,
And she is now upright.

Little yearling, we were on hold when you were splinted.
Little yearling, show 'em your rear; make people cheer.
Here comes the dun, here comes the dun,
And she is now upright.

Little yearling, you have returned strong to the races.
Little yearling, show 'em your rear; make bettors cheer.

Dun, dun, here she comes.
Run, run, run, here she comes.
Lunge, lunge, lunge, here she comes.
Twelve to one, here she comes.

Little yearling, clods that fly from your hooves are pelting
Little yearling, jockeys sneering at you from the rear.
There goes the dun.
The race she's won.

And she was out of sight,
Out of sight.