Dumiama Dingiama Day A was walking, on a bright summer's day A squire and his lady were making way When the sailor he the squire say "Tonight with you I 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 come by, and pull the And you must down and let me in, With my dingiama dumiama day." Says Jack to himself, "Why I try And see if a poor can win such a prize" So he went by and pulled the The came down and she let old Jack in With his dumiama dumiama day. The came by. He was whistling a song; Thinking in his there would nothing go wrong, But when he got there, no string could be And so all his hopes were to the ground And his dingiama dumiama day. The lady woke up, it was just 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 dumiama dingiama day. "Oh what do you mean, you 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," Jack, "Have pity 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 part from my jolly Jack tar And his dumiama dumiama day. Recorded by A.L. LLoyd, Carthy filename[ play.exe RG ===DOCUMENT