The Red Satin Horse Underall
(to the tune of "The Rackets Round the Blue Mountain Lake")

Come all you young fellows, in Washington State,
There's a wonderful tale I'm about to relate:
About a tail, loin, croup, dock,stifle and all,
Encased in a red satin horse underall.

Derry down, down, down, derry down.

It happened in Ellenburg, a nice little town,
That's where you'll find this horse of renown;
Rosie's her name, she's but two feet tall,
And her fame is her red satin horse underall.

Derry down, down, down derry dowm.

She's not just a hussy, flaunting her rump,
With an equine grind and a bump;
She has a great heart tho' her body is small,
There's much more to Rosie than her red underall.

Derry down, down, down derry down.

No matter how fancy the pants on her behind,
Her raison d'etre is serving the blind.
She learned of the need and she answered the call
To lead one who can't see her red underall.

Derry down, down, down derry down.

All hail Seeing Eyes and their colleagues, of course,
But few know the tale of the seeing eye horse;
'Tis a tale of wonder that never will pall --
Tiny Rosie in her red satin horse underall.

Derry down, down, down derry down.

As she looks back past her withers, what does she see?
Some horse's ass in fine red lonjeree!
And she kicks up her heels -- Life is a ball
If you're Rose in her red satin horse underall.

Derry down, down, down derry down.