A sailor was walking oh one bright summer’s day,
The squire and his lady were making their way.
And the sailor heard the squire say,
“Tonight in your arms I mean to lay
With me do me ama, do me ama, do me ama day.”

“You must tie a string all around your finger,
With the other end of the string hanging out the window,
And I’ll come by and I’ll pull your string,
You come down love and you let me in
With your do me ama, do me ama, do me ama day.”

Says Jack to himself “I’ve a mind for to try
To see if a poor sailor he could win this prize.”
So he’s gone by and he’s pulled her string
She’s come down and she’s let old Jack in
With his do me ama, do me ama, do me ama day.

The squire’s come by, he was humming a song,
Thinking to himself how it wouldn’t be long.
But when he got there no string could be found.
Behold, how his hopes was all dashed to the ground
And his do me ama, do me ama, do me ama day.

Well early next morning it was just getting light
The lady jumped out of bed in a terrible fright.
For there sat old Jack in his tarry old shirt,
Behold his face was all covered in dirt
And his do me ama, do me ama, do me ama day.

“What do you want, you tarry sailor,
Creeping in a lady’s bedroom to steal her treasure?”
“Oh no,” said old Jack, “I just pulled your string
You came down, love, and you let me in
With your do me ama, do me ama, do me ama day.”

Says Jack to the lady, “Oh, forgive me I pray,
I’ll steal away very quiet at the dawn of the day.”
“Oh no,” says the lady, “don’t stray too far
For I never will part from me jolly Jack Tar
And his do me ama, do me ama, do me ama day.”