"Hoo-ee!" he cried, "whut a pow'ful while I mus' ha' slep'! Or else I grows wuss an' dat ar Jonus's gourd […]" 1878, St. Nicholas: A Monthly Magazine for Boys and Girls, page 482:
[Toi. fumbles behind the jars, finds the whiskey bottle, uncorks it, and smells of it.] Hoo-ee! Look what ol' Sandy Claus brung us. 1928, The Carolina Play-book of the Carolina Playmakers and the Carolina Dramatic Association, page 122:
When a breeze catches fumes rising from a crack in the septic and hoo-ee we say who was that. Sometimes skunks fight under the floorboards at night and when you walk in—in the morning you begin to reek of it and by the end of the day you are fouled with that deep musk of skunk. 2014 February 10, Steve Scafidi, The Cabinetmaker's Window: Poems, LSU Press, →ISBN, page 3:
"Hoo-ee, Miss Snow-job. It was a panty raid." 2006 02, Robert L. Henninge, Spontaneous Generation, Xlibris Corporation, →ISBN, page 208: