As I was a-walking one morning for pleasure, I spied a cowpuncher a-ridin' along. His hat was thrown back and his spurs were a jingling, and as he approached he was singing this song: whoopy aye yi o git along little doggies, it's your misfortune and none of my own. Whoopy ti-yi o git along little doggies, you know that Wyoming will be your new home.