Dogie's Lament

As I was out walkin' one mornin' for pleasure, I spied a cow puncher a-ridin'
along
His hat was thrown back and his spurs were a-jinglin' and as he approached he
was singin' this song:
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. It’s your misfortune and none of my
own
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. You know that Wyoming will be your
new home
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. It’s your misfortune and none of my
own
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. You know that Wyoming will be your
new home
It’s early in the spring when they round up the doggies. They mark 'em and
brand 'em and bob off their tails
They round up the horses, load up the chuck wagon. Then send the doggies out on
the long tail
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. It’s your misfortune and none of my
own
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. You know that Wyoming will be your
new home
Your mother was raised a-way down in Texas where the Jimsonweed and the
sandburrs grow
We’ll feed you up on prickly pear and cholla and then send you roamin' to old
Idaho
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. It’s your misfortune and none of my
own
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. You know that Wyoming will be your
new home