Dumiama Dingiama Day A sailor was walking, on a summer's day A squire and his lady were making way the sailor he heard the squire say "Tonight you I mean to stay" And the dumiama dingiama day. "You must tie a string your finger With the other end of the hanging out the winder, And come by, and pull the string And you come down and let me in, With my dingiama dumiama day." Jack 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 lady down and she let old Jack in With his dingiama dumiama day. The squire by. He was whistling a song; Thinking in his heart there would go wrong, But when he got there, no string could be And so all his were dashed to the ground And his dumiama dingiama day. The lady woke up, it was just light She jumped out of bed in a fright! For there was Jack in his tarry old Behold! his was all covered with dirt And his dumiama dumiama day. "Oh do you mean, you saucy sailor To creep into a lady's and steal her treasure?" "Oh no," Jack, "I just pulled the string And you down and let me in And my dumiama dumiama day." "Beg pardon," Jack, "Have pity I say. I'll away very quiet at the dawn of the day." "Oh no!" the lady, "Don't go too far For I will part from my jolly Jack tar And his dingiama dumiama day. Recorded by A.L. LLoyd, Carthy filename[ play.exe RG ===DOCUMENT