As l walked out one morning for pleasure,
I spied a dog-puncher come riding along;
His hat was throwed back and his spurs was a-jingling,
As he approached me a-singin' this song,

chorus:
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along, little dachsies,
lt's your misfortune, and none of my own.
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along, little dachsies,
For you know that we're gonna use a new comb.

Early in the spring we round up the dachsies,
Bathe 'em and brush 'em and be-ribbon their tails;
Drive up our horses, load up the chuck-wagon,
Then walk the dachsies out on the trail.

It's whoopin' and yellin' and a-drivin' them dachsies;
Oh, how l wish that you would go along.
It's a-whoopin' and punchin' and go on-a, little dachsies
For you know we're gonna use a new comb.