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