git along, little dogies

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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.

Your mother was raised
way down in Texas
Where the jimson weed
and the sand burrs grow
But we’ll fill you up
on prickly-pear and chollas
Until you are ready for Idaho.

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.

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