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  • As I went a-walkin'
    One mornin' for pleasure,
    I spied a cowpuncher
    Come ridin' along;
    His hat was throwed back,
    And his spurs was a-jinglin'
    And as he approached,
    He was singin' this song.

    Whoopee ti yi yo,
    Git along, little dogies,
    It's your misfortune
    And none of my own;
    Whoopee ti yi yo,
    Git along, little dogies,
    You know that Wyoming
    Will be your new home.

    It's early in spring
    That we round up the dogies,
    And mark 'em and brand 'em
    And bob off their tails;
    We round up our horses
    And load the chuckwagon,
    And then throw them dogies
    Out onto the trail.

    Whoopee ti yi yo,
    Git along, little dogies,
    It's your misfortune
    And none of my own;
    Whoopee ti yi yo,
    Git along, little dogies,
    You know that Wyoming
    Will be your new home.

    It's whoopin' and yellin'
    And a-drivin' them dogies,
    Oh, lord, how I wish
    That you would go on;
    It's a-whoopin' and punchin'
    And go on-a, little dogies,
    'Cause you know that Wyoming
    Is to be your new home.

    Whoopee ti yi yo,
    Git along, little dogies,
    It's your misfortune
    And none of my own;
    Whoopee ti yi yo,
    Git along, little dogies,
    You know that Wyoming
    Will be your new home.

    Some cowboys go up the trail
    Just for the pleasure,
    But that's where
    They always go gettin' it wrong,
    For nobody knows just what
    Trouble they give us,
    As we start a-drivin' them
    All the way home.

    Whoopee ti yi yo,
    Git along, little dogies,
    It's your misfortune
    And none of my own;
    Whoopee ti yi yo,
    Git along, little dogies,
    You know that Wyoming
    Will be your new home.
  • As I went a-walkin'
    One mornin' for pleasure,
    I spied a cowpuncher
    Come ridin' along;
    His hat was throwed back,
    And his spurs was a-jinglin'
    And as he approached,
    He was singin' this song.

    Whoopee ti yi yo,
    Git along, little dogies,
    It's your misfortune
    And none of my own;
    Whoopee ti yi yo,
    Git along, little dogies,
    You know that Wyoming
    Will be your new home.

    It's early in spring
    That we round up the dogies,
    And mark 'em and brand 'em
    And bob off their tails;
    We round up our horses
    And load the chuckwagon,
    And then throw them dogies
    Out onto the trail.

    Whoopee ti yi yo,
    Git along, little dogies,
    It's your misfortune
    And none of my own;
    Whoopee ti yi yo,
    Git along, little dogies,
    You know that Wyoming
    Will be your new home.

    It's whoopin' and yellin'
    And a-drivin' them dogies,
    Oh, lord, how I wish
    That you would go on;
    It's a-whoopin' and punchin'
    And go on-a, little dogies,
    'Cause you know that Wyoming
    Is to be your new home.

    Whoopee ti yi yo,
    Git along, little dogies,
    It's your misfortune
    And none of my own;
    Whoopee ti yi yo,
    Git along, little dogies,
    You know that Wyoming
    Will be your new home.

    Some cowboys go up the trail
    Just for the pleasure,
    But that's where
    They always go gettin' it wrong,
    For nobody knows just what
    Trouble they give us,
    As we start a-drivin' them
    All the way home.

    Whoopee ti yi yo,
    Git along, little dogies,
    It's your misfortune
    And none of my own;
    Whoopee ti yi yo,
    Git along, little dogies,
    You know that Wyoming
    Will be your new home.