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As I went a-walkin'One mornin' for pleasure,I spied a cowpuncherCome 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 misfortuneAnd none of my own;Whoopee ti yi yo,You know that WyomingWill be your new home.It's early in springThat we round up the dogies,And mark 'em and brand 'emAnd bob off their tails;We round up our horsesAnd load the chuckwagon,And then throw them dogiesOut onto the trail.Whoopee ti yi yo,It's your misfortuneAnd none of my own;Whoopee ti yi yo,It's whoopin' and yellin'And a-drivin' them dogies,Oh, lord, how I wishThat you would go on;It's a-whoopin' and punchin'And go on-a, little dogies,'Cause you know that WyomingIs to be your new home.Whoopee ti yi yo,Git along, little dogies.