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Dominique, nique, nique,
over the land he plods along
And sings a little song
Never asking for reward
He just talks about the Lord
He just talks about the Lord

At a time when Johnny Lackland
over England was the king
Dominique was in the backland
fighting sin like anything

Dominique, nique, nique,
over the land he plods along
And sings a little song
Never asking for reward
He just talks about the Lord
He just talks about the Lord

Now a heretic one day
among the thorns forced him to crawl
Dominique with just one prayer
made him hear the good Lord's call

Dominique, nique, nique,
over the land he plods along
And sings a little song
Never asking for reward
He just talks about the Lord
He just talks about the Lord

Without horse or fancy wagon
he crossed Europe up and down
Poverty was his companion
as he walked from town to town

Dominique, nique, nique,
over the land he plods along
And sings a little song
Never asking for reward
He just talks about the Lord
He just talks about the Lord

One day in the budding Order
there was nothing left to eat
Suddenly two angels walked in
with a load of bread and meat

Dominique, nique, nique,
over the land he plods along
And sings a little song
Never asking for reward
He just talks about the Lord
He just talks about the Lord

Grant us now oh Dominique
the grace of love and simple mirth
That we all may help to quicken
godly life and truth on earth

Dominique, nique, nique,
over the land he plods along
And sings a little song
Never asking for reward
He just talks about the Lord
He just talks about the Lord