As I was a walking one morning for pleasure
I spied a cowpuncher all riding along
His hat was throwed back, and his spurs were a jingling
And as he approached, he was singing this song

Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
It’s your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopee it 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
We mark them and brand them and bob off their tails
We round up our horses, load up the chuck wagon
And then throw the dogies out onto the trail

Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
It’s your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopee it yi yo, git along little dogies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home