Whoopie Ti Yi Yo
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Whoopee ti yi yo git along little dogies, git along
As I was a-walking one morning for pleasure,
I spied a cow-puncher a- riding along;
His hat was throwed back and his spurs was a-jingling,
And as he approached he was a-singing' this song,
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along, little doggies,
It's your misfortune, and none of my own.
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along, little dogies,
For you know Wyoming will be your new home.
A whooping' and yelling' and driven' the doggies;
and wishing that they would keep moving along.
If you think that riding this range is a pleasure
Well that's where you got it most awfully wrong
When night comes on we hold them on the bed-ground
Than in the morning we're all on the go
We round up the herd and cut out the strays
And roll those doggies that roll on so slow