Do-mi-ni-que ni-que ni-que, over the
land he plods, and sings a little song.
Nev-er ask-ing-for re-ward,
he just talks
a-bout the Lord.
He just talks a-bout the Lord.
At a time when Joh-n-ny Lack-land,
over Eng-land
was the King.
Do-mi-ni-que was in the back-land,
fight-ing sin
like any-thing.
Do-
Now a her-e-tic, one day,
a-mong the thorns forced
him to crawl. Do-mi-ni-que
with just one prayer,
made him hear the
good Lord`s call.
