But I’ll tell you straight, that little yaller dog
Was a true and faithful friend.
Chorus.—He was only a little yaller, yaller dog,
The ugliest in all the land,
But I’d sooner have a wag from that little dog’s tail,
Than the grip of a false friend’s hand.
To the diggings I went with my little yaller dog,
For he would not be denied,
By day he would hang ’round the claim where I worked,
And at night slept by my side.