American Ballads and Folk Songs: page - 0487
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As I walked out one morning for pleasure,
I spied a cow-puncher come all riding alone}
His hat was throwed back and his spurs was a-jingling,
As he approached me a-singin' this song,
Chorus:
Whoopie ti yi yo, git along, little dogies,f 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.
t Pronounced with the o long and the g hard.—«A big-bellied calf with no mammy. Nothin' in his guts but dough. An orphant calf which has lost his mammy and his pappy has run away with anrther cow."
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