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.