Dumiama Dingiama Day A was walking, on a bright summer's day A squire and his lady were their way When the sailor he the squire say "Tonight you I mean to stay" And the dingiama dumiama day. "You must tie a string around finger the other end of the string hanging out the winder, And I'll by, and pull the string And you come down and let me in, my dumiama dingiama dumiama day." Says to himself, "Why shouldn't I try And see if a poor can win such a prize" So he went by and the string The came down and she let old Jack in With his dumiama dumiama day. The squire came by. He was a song; in his heart there would nothing go wrong, But when he got there, no string could be And so all his were dashed to the ground And his dingiama dumiama day. The lady up, it was just turning light She out of bed in a terrible fright! For there was Jack in his old shirt Behold! his was all covered with dirt And his dingiama dumiama day. "Oh do you mean, you saucy sailor To creep into a chamber and steal her treasure?" "Oh no," says Jack, "I just pulled the And you down and let me in And my dingiama dumiama day." "Beg pardon," Jack, "Have pity I say. I'll steal very quiet at the dawn of the day." "Oh no!" the lady, "Don't go too far For I never part from my jolly Jack tar And his dingiama dumiama day. Recorded by A.L. LLoyd, Martin filename[ play.exe RG ===DOCUMENT