Dumiama Dingiama Day A sailor was walking, on a bright day A squire and his lady were their way the sailor he heard the squire say "Tonight you I mean to stay" And the dingiama dumiama day. "You must tie a around your finger With the end of the string hanging out the winder, And I'll by, and pull the string And you must down and let me in, my dumiama dingiama dumiama day." Says Jack to himself, "Why I try And see if a sailor can win such a prize" So he went by and the string The lady came down and she let old in With his dumiama dumiama day. The squire by. He was whistling a song; in his heart there would nothing go wrong, But when he got there, no could be found And so all his hopes dashed to the ground And his dumiama dingiama day. The lady woke up, it was turning light She out of bed in a terrible fright! For there was in his tarry old shirt Behold! his face was all covered dirt And his dumiama dingiama day. "Oh what do you mean, you sailor To into a lady's chamber and steal her treasure?" "Oh no," says Jack, "I just the string And you came and let me in And my dumiama dumiama day." "Beg pardon," says Jack, "Have 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 will part from my Jack tar And his dingiama dumiama day. by A.L. LLoyd, Martin Carthy filename[ play.exe RG BOUNDARY===